Poetry Weekly: 06/02/2020

Written by Spyglass Admin

The Vessel by Sofia Macchi Watts

The vessel smells of chemicals and rain.

The walls are thin.
I feel their pulsations,
their vibrations.
They are restless.

I lift the hammer
and hit them

“You’ll break it”,
warns the girl.

She stares at me
from her corner.
A solitary mourner.
A distant lover.

I try to count
how many times I’ve hit
but I find it is lost
to me, a memory,
and it is fading
with the girl.

She whispers “stop”
but she is weak.
Prospects bleak.
I hit again.

A crack, mistakes,
the vessel breaks.
The walls
come tumbling

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