I found a ship in a cavern. Dark. Cold.
The wood so rotten that touching produced ash.
Golden print worn away depicting a name. Fate.
Water lapped against her and I placed my head against her helm.
I cried until I too was the sea.
I was the sea. Salty.
I was the unforgiving tide.
I was the lover.
I wrapped my wet arms around her and squeezed.
Wooden planks cracking.
I kissed her withered sails and the wind that protected her choked me.
Every darkened corner of her I filled until she broke to pieces.
I swallowed her whole.
I found a ship and I made her mine.
Such a selfish sea.