At time when lonesome ship sailed every night's of April,
swaying through Caribbean rushing water.
There, a pirate girl laid in her hammock, suddenly swerved by murmur of gulls and sound of steam engine, begged night's dream to be vivid..... filled with fantasies and she felt quite jealous to those who had them.
Midnights were not always in favored of her, such a Blimey!
Oftentimes drowned her, until pain lanced through her head.
She went rigid as if suddenly paralyzed by needle of anesthesia pierced through her skin.
Numbed, as like the cold she felt when the first wave of storm hit the ship without a warning.
Choked, until she gasped for air, her voice was always inaudible in her own ears when this dark night turn into
her worst fear- trapped to death!
After some time of swerving through roiling sea, the pirate girl fluttered her lashes and felt the sense of moonlight above her head, somewhere in the chaos of her nightmares.
She lay there, staring at the ceiling with this terrible sensation coming all over in the darkness of April.
Loneliness.
With only threads of hammock on her back, dense wind of sea and night.
She felt like midnights were strange thing to her...in the absence of light and words..... things happened ...always......that she could never had imagined reserved for her in the sullen side of the ship's cabin.
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Lonesome ship's cabin
Poesía*collections of spare nightmares and escapism *sort of my dreamland, all of us is not perfect when it comes to writing literary pieces, so do I. *time travel inspired stories
