Ranya Virk

Legs dangle off sides.

Kicking up and down. As if

Trying. to. escape.

The smoldering sun    

Strokes our skin. Brushing

Away the confines,

Of reality,

Melting away the walls we

Carry, in our souls.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                             

Waves crashing onboard

Rolling underneath the hull

Taking     us               away