cabin cell

Drops of change
dripping down the walls
of my cabin cell
fresh out of the sea,
we were committed
to share our wounds
to bleed, and make it alive.

—Look up.
+What?
The clouds are mirroring us.
Sweating out of boredom,
desire got us undressed
irony covered us
in chocolate and wine—
freedom in the sky.

Back to the cabin cell—
nature tends to spoil
any idyllic time
the future makes everything blurred
the absurd makes us burn,
and I try to sew up my wounds
with a thorn and thread.