Pirated

drag me from the rails, along the deck
down the hallway, towards the back

through the door, down the stairs
into and through the cabin

surrounded by wood, no windows
spun around, five times, for good

surrounded by darkness,
no sense of direction

locked in oblivion
breathe in,

breathe out adrenaline
sounding from the depths again

pushing pardons
hearing the same old voice again,

you can come out
when you’re ready to listen

– B. Brown

(oil painting by Polish artist Justyna Kopania)

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