That Boat... Poem by Amber Luna

she lay within a boat, wooden
with one side red, one side blue,
inside green. paint chipping, wood weathered.
caught in the lapping and lolling
of liquid current and flow.
staring straight up at the cloudless sky
she runs her soft left hand
over the wood, immersed in its gritty
texture. her body is being covered
with her breath, which comes out
her mouth as coloured clowns silk.
it begins to build up on each side of
her. the sky melts, running left
running right, exposing its middle
which glows red, exposing the
ribcage of the sky. her eyes do
not move, she stares and breathes
silk until it covers her whole
body, swaying in the boat. she stops breathing.
and only her essence is left. a puddle of ink,
blackening the silk. it seeps through the wood
of the boat and permeates the endless body
of water. it remains substantial instead of
disappearing-ghost like. it stifles
all it touches and travels where it pleases,
it spreads until it covers all the world in
its inky blackness, roofed by the ribcage
of the sky and its red membrane.
the ever true fact of 'nothing remains the same'
has been slain.
this is what eternity looks like.