Shipwrecked

While I sleep, the sea creeps into my bed

I get sea sick and toss and turn begging for land

And hot water with lemon

I grasp my sheets, my clothes, the bed

but the water has no sympathy

Finally, with no hope left

I reach for hin and shipwreck

on an island somewhere…

-Saschia Johnson


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