Sunken Love
There's smog in the air, charcoal on the ground, and white clouds in the sky. It's all a tangle of hands, fingers holding tickets and handing them to the ticketmaster, and ladies in dresses and boys in waist coats. Everything feels so big, the ship in front of them, the cobblestone street underneath them, the vast expanse of ocean to their right, the men and women and children crowding around the grand entrance. There are grubby workers all around, watching the large vessel float gracefully on the pool of lapping blue and green next to them, jealous of the rich and the poor alike boarding the huge ship, the unsinkle, The Titanic. The ship that'll take it's passengers towards the rest of their lives.