They called you Grease Monkey when we met,
a lost soul behind smokey eyes.
Your lonely heart entwined mine,
A son born in hard times.
We drifted apart,
back in the sea,
two fishes,
swimming,
free.
About the Creator
Amy Black
I am an American contemporary poet and author specializing in speculative YA, adult fiction and children's stories.
https://www.facebook.com/amyblackfiction
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Outstanding
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Heartfelt and relatable
The story invoked strong personal emotions
The Devil's Triangle
The sails ruffled in the breeze as we cruised along. The Sea Breeze was a mid-size catamaran that sailed out of Royal Naval Dockyard in Bermuda. We had booked this trip weeks in advance and were now looking at our Captain, Spike and two boat hands. Paddy and Wilson seemed like nice guys, joking around with the passengers and telling us some stories about Bermuda that only locals would know. Their island accents sounded almost British but they were pleasant to listen to.
By Barbara Gode Wilesabout 17 hours ago in Fiction
Comments (3)
Love it!
Gosh this was so deeply poignant. So sorry if this was based on your personal experience 🥺
Amazing