But the subconscious, oh.

I wonder how much blood is in its hands.

The boat pushes off.

The flimsy ropes that hold it together

threaten to break.

The decaying wood reeks of guilt.

You look unconcerned but,

my heart skips with every lurch this boat makes.

What if we fall in?

What if this tiny boat of my reality,

submerges in the immensity of this

river of memories?

my river of dreams?

I ask you, and you say-

nothing.

The silence stabs me deeper than

your unsaid words.

~