Bottle Poem by Kewayne Wadley

The ship refused to move
She's grown tired of the storm.
The rocking, the tossing &
The turning.
I picked her up and swallowed
Her whole without second thought.
Away from the wrath of being gone
far too long.
Splintered decks & unattended sails.
The ship refused to move,
Stuck in the center of my throat.
Her essence the reason I cough,
Overwhelmed & parched
Detained by struck dry land.
There is no sun, there is no moon.
I feel her when she shakes,
Mindful of what I digest.
From the splintered deck she jumped.
The lump in my throat a reminder,
She lives within me always