Titanic

 
I get it now.
I was the ship.

Ships are always a “she”.

christ, you should have seen me.
 I was unsinkable and grand. 

My devastation: exquisitely alone.

In the end, it was only a scratch… 
A tiny scrape,
But it turned toxic.

Fetid.

Brackish.

You see, you were there, spanning an immortal existence
and I cut myself on you like a thorn…
On such a small part of you…
The only part you would let any of us see.


The damn wound festered and I went down.

The question is, did I try to swerve?

And what if I had hit you head-on?