Sinking

Running across the board,

the crew shouted: The ship is sinking.

Deep within the sea,

I had a sigh of relief.

My eyes fixated on the watermelon,

I started imagining the taste.

Chaos became the melody.

Sunlight was the signal.

I ran towards it.

I’m alive, I thought,

my eyes still closed.

But the sigh of relief has turned into guilt:

I can’t have watermelon anymore.

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