Dark Chocolate

Location

33463
United States
26° 36' 23.04" N, 80° 7' 54.0948" W

I awaken to,
Sirens outside my room,
Dark grays explode in my,
Mind as I try to gather,
My senses on this ship,
That was never supposed to sink.

I turn over and face my sleeping wife,
My love, whose breath fills my mouth,
With my favorite flavor.
But she is too sick to move.
I must leave and investigate,
The sound causing the gray fireworks,
That dance behind my eyes.

I throw on my robe,
And open the door to the narrow hallway,
Already filling with water.
Screams of fear and heavy footsteps shoot a raging red,
That bleeds into the gray.
They swirl as I wade, and make it upstairs.

The night air tastes like cold coffee,
With no sugar or cream.

I see panic.
Crowds of people,
Running to get on life boats,
I can see the terrorizing iceberg.
The terrifying tilt of the ship,
The possibility of death before me.

I run to a crew member,
“My wife! She is still below deck, please help me!”
His coarse voice slashes green across the grey,

“Leave her! Save Yourself!”

As he pushes me away,
I bump into the running people,
I tumble into the Wall.
My skull,
Hitting the steel wall,
White noise blaring in my ears.
White blanks my mind… as I slump to the ground.

Now red, just red,
The smell of blood in my ear,
And I open my eyes.
I am sliding.

The ship is moving sideways,
Sharply and rapidly.
The furniture sliding on the deck behind me.
As I am falling towards the water…
I try to catch the rail…

I see black thick lines dash,
Zig zagging, and jumping…
As I hear the sound of splashing water,
Cold, chilling my bones,
As I sink down, down, down,
Below the ice surface.

My body freezes and tightens,
No air, just the sound of my lungs,
Gasping, gasping, filling,
As the dark blue surrounds me.

I remember her tender, weak voice,
Saying, “I love you.”

As I looked at the curves of her lips,
The brown of her hair,
The brown of her eyes.
The calm black behind my lids.

The taste of sweet,
Dark chocolate fills my mouth.

As her voice fades and my mind turns dull.
All becomes silent,
In dark brown,
Lonely brown.
Bittersweet Chocolate-brown.

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