The Dying of a Ship in Deep Space

And she sat
Quietly as
She breathed
The coldest swirling
Waves drowning
Her
Slowly.


The lights dimmed,
And a glow of
Crimson
Guilt
Poured into her
Eyes only for a moment.

They saw
One
Another in silence,
Nodded, and then watched their
Rooms turn dark
With only shadows,
Floating
Endlessly
Within
Darkness.

Is there a twinkling
Star
Elsewhere?  Will the
Ghosts of human
Desires tumble
Into that burning tongue of
Exhaustion?


Will the molten bones,
Fall into the core
Of an
All consuming
Space
That watches
Silently
All our
Ambitions, after
The spaceship
Ceases to
Be, after the
Intricate designs
Fade?

Or will they
Simply dash along
Like
Rocks
That finally become
Rubbish?

©2025 Fariel Shafee

Fariel Shafee studied physics at MIT. However, she loves to wander in speculative realms and also to paint imaginary scenes. Her writing has been published by 34 Orchard, Eccentric Orbits 5, Parabnormal, Sirens Call, and more. Her website is http://fshafee.wixsite.com/farielsart.