out here on the island it’s been at least seven days
since she saw another person
her and everyone have gone their separate ways
maybe she figured she had nothing left to say
no one was listening anyway
the only reason to speak is to curse,
there’s nothing she hates worse than small talk and big mouths
a passing ship leaves the water scattered in its wake
unfamiliar shores, unwelcome waves
she don’t need company
she’s been here a long time on the sand
with her memories on the land
holed up in that cabin put your fever on the shelf
the only danger is yourself
out here on the island in the cold
you hardly see another soul
just being there
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