Daily Prompt: Inchoate
NaPoWriMo: (I don’t like this prompt either, so I decided against it)
Someone hooked two anchors to her lips’ edges
about two and a half years ago.
A sinking ship. Those aboard are her passengers,
engineers, mechanics, and creator.
“Why is she sinking?” They ask and ask.
A canon wound from rowdy pirates? Faulty wiring? Virus in fuel tank? Bad design?
“She refuses to use her motor.” “She’s stabbed herself. She is filling with water.”
Still an inchoate boat, she has so much potential;
potential that is eroding in salt water suicide.