Exhausting the vessel

the girls, they begin
slowly drifting away from the shore through
the tick-tick of rain

She is known
written in red
emptied to make room for

a rising fear. It comes in
a slowly spreading ache –
the comfort of knowing what to do

They long to be something more
                say to one another, Try this
                risk getting caught for anything

the only sound
in the dark,
the screeching of the crickets in the pine