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
again.
“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
down.
