Then into his arms as if to safety
Only to find him hardened to her need
For he was damaged too, maybe more than she
But they stuck at it, butting against each other
Like derelict ships in a poisoned harbour
Barnacles on their hulls dampening ardour
Until the time of scuttling
And he collapsed in her hallway crying
“I feel like I’m losing you,”
When in fact he’d never had her
And moreover had never had himself
So she, detached, watched him drown
Leaving herself to feel this hollowness
Knowing it was right for her to tread water
For she could look down and see him below
Bloated and blue, providing fish food
While she fended off sharks on the prowl
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