The water starts easily, helplessly licking my tires with passionate peace As the current builds I can feel my hubcaps rusting peeling away all those years of clacking British pavement and dogs taking a leak despite scolding strangers and children’s bouncy ***** gliding just short of an auto wreck
the icy ocean digs underneath my doors it cuts my cushioned seats like cobra teeth Tearing away the midnight kisses rides to dark places and the beautiful dusk rainfalls --If I think a while, in this bubbling reverie I can feel the sizzling raindrops pattering
When the water reaches my wheel I moan my engine collapsing inside, wishing I could cry but any oil would float away and infest the souls I know will soon surround me. It isn’t long before I must hold my breath and my wheels gently feel a folding of the floor wood splitting shatters the still air that has entranced me into my imminent sleep
nothing, nothing I all rust looping bubbles and twirling like a gumball down the candy store machine fallingfallingfallingapart I explode on an ocean floor with no hope of returning even the memories they gave me won’t set me free
so I only watch the dust settle
settle
From a series of poems told from the perspective of the victims and survivors of the Titanic tragedy. This is from the perspective of a car belowdecks.