Blue

My sunken ship

  Fell within blues

It fell asleep

  Under the bearing waves. 

The loathing stars saw

   How pitiful must it be

To be the shoal boat

   Bashing with an arch.   

A yearn. 

A heart,

   A beat.

A pulse. 

Consistently,

    Crashing the thousand teardrops

It Has eaten my lungs

     And the wet the book pages.  

Barely alive,

    My clay insides

And my falling eyelashes

    Has felt daydreams. 

A flesh made of yarn,

    Skinned with honey 

Why would I be underneath?

     A blue certain fear.