I am a west breath cutting cold thought your coat to your chest
toss the rest left
because I'm the best dressed
draping my limbs in only the finest drips
but I'm not the captain of this ship
the wheel has gone missing and the sail is permanently ripped
letting the air slip out
like loose words from my mouth
flowing south
picking apart the syllables and casting out the wrong vowels
and the hull is cracked open like a rib cadge
patched up with my leftover blank pages
and were sinking but the captain says
we wont make it much farther
were taking on water
and our make shift escape ships
were made from smoke and wax lips
but the melted in the sun
oh shit
were unaware if well sink or swim
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