I don’t want to wake, to see my vessel stolen again. To see the thieves halfway down the river, time after time.
I hide in some bushes, but their sharp palms will tear my skin. It peels like a leaf to reveal the thought, the pain and pictures. I hear ‘let go’, but my vessel was stolen again and I don’t want to wake up to see the thieves going about their everyday life.
I turn the leaves since they are torn, I sit and wait on the bank of the river.
I watch my vessel being stolen again. I watch the thieves going about their everyday lives.