i haunt these hallways by night
the engine room churning,
coursing under my feet
rooms line the hall
passengers in matching gowns
pumps blinking, torches at the
bedside
it is never dark here
it never sleeps
just slows
navigating dark waters
each room has life
and life can be
fickle
going overboard,
swimming into the night
we try to protect
and, at times, let it go
let it
s
i
n
k
and then
pink sky pours in windows
pills in plastic cups
it is morning
we can see shore