Pirate

A raised knife gives thoughts of slit throats and wrists, though the pirate would bleed green. He knows he’s late for when he should have undocked and sailed the seas of death. He still sits on the pier and waits through every setting sun and every season change for his lover to return from the depths of darkness.

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1 comment so far

  1. red tin heart on

    Really good. I love your play on words.
    xoxo Nita ❤


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