The swirling blue
Of the wrist and the pen,
A last ditch attempt
To escape the bay
The emptiness beyond the reef
The calmness after the storm
With whirling colours, electrifying
Deep down under
Electricity
She longs for the spark
Depth
She longs for the deep
Colours
She longs for life
But stuck on this island
With the storm, with the
Menace. Can she escape?
It's coming.
It's pretty obvious but it has a hidden message.
So yeah. I'm bored.
Cya next time I can be bothered to do something actually good.
YOU ARE READING
Scattered One-Shots
Fanfiction**This is rated mature as a precaution: I tend to swear sometimes. There is also dark themes, such as torture, bullying, abuse, and more. To be honest, I have a feeling I'll use this book as a way to vent so... There will probably be angst etc. *...
