Laying in the bed,
It feels like an ocean.
And I'm drifting
To sleep.
But I'm tousled by
waves in the dark.
The sea isn't a calm mistress,
As she fills my boat and my lungs.
She shreds my sails,
Strikes down the mast.
She sends me down under,
Under,
Underneath.
To no surprise, I'm drowning again.
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Broken Glass and Bloody Fists
PoetryAnother cover by Saccstry. It's the fourth book of the series you guys, I'm pretty proud of how far I've gotten. Thanks everyone. The art of some chapters will be between myself and Chiara Bautista, as well as photos I've taken and want to share wit...
