The Living Broken (Poetry)

Alone

I gazed out into the open ocean.
I looked up and saw the cloudless skies.

I watched as my fingers ran through the blue waters.
I saw the boat rock from side to side.

I felt the sea move with every tumble I took.
I kept the body of a dead man on this boat.

I cut and slit his throat.
I watched the oozing red pour out of his skin.
I watched as he struggled to stand up.
I cut his hands desperately trying to stop the bleeding.
Too late, I watched as he knelt down and died.

Maybe I was wrong to do that.
Maybe I shouldn't have done that.
Maybe I should have kept him alive.
Maybe I should have never slit his throat.

I now sit in the corner of the boat alone.
No living soul moves across the waters but the lives of animals I need not know of.

I killed the only man with me.
I killed him because he irritated me.
I killed him because he wanted me.
I killed him because he loved me.

No one must love me.
I must remain alone.
As if I were a drone.

No one.
If I must die tonight.
I will die alone.
For it is I and I myself.
No one but me.

No one.
For I am alone.