sadness slams against my organs
like ocean waves smashing against sea cliffs.
saltwater teardrops gush past my waterline,
landing on my lips;
it’s a killer whale encircling me
as i exhale deep breaths between them.
it sounds like sirens singing,
surrounding a sobbing vessel,
beckoning me to succumb
to death’s beautiful promise
of “no more sunken pangs,”
so convincing in its refrain.
“abandon ship” like sadness knows best,
but it’s a rusted anchor
chained around my neck,
and i’m an anguished castaway.