my night ship is arriving. her voice is made of knives that cut through skin and bone alike.
her sirens sound the songs of death and her footsteps betray her path. her body floats above my waters, her icy hull tears through my consciousness.
her weaponry has touched me whole, from tongue to toe i have been split. in opposites now she recalls her voyages. two ends of me reach out to the other in pain and joy alike.
my night ship steers her way through my bloodstream. she navigates by my stars. she strings them one by one within her palm.
at the sound of my closed eyes she drops an anchor in my heart. there we meet and at the point where dreams depart, we wait.