By Skylar Murphy


Blow out like a ripped,
anguished mast on a sea torn
Shriek out into the gut of a
terrifying sky.
Be a part of the storm or
go down in the helpless rage.

The journey undocked and…
and got swept away.
Bring out all the tethering
ropes and lasso it back
or let it bob on unsteady
waves and go into
mystic lands.

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