spoiled sand // dm.

- dacre montgomery

Disco lights, roller skates, a boom box, and a crowd of teenage groups gathered around a rink skating in a circle. Though if you were talented enough, you would twirl around in the middle just having fun.

All the spark started with a halfway unbuttoned shirt and a red scrunchy on the roller rink.

The roll together was stressful, almost liked trash stored up on the waves stuck in the sand, just like they were stuck in some negative cycle. They cycle up series of frustrating hoping they can finding a way to fix the spoil that clogged up the emotions they held.