All she saw was blue
Blue
Blue
Blue
Dizzying, frantic flashes of blue
A dark, deep blue
Rippling all around
Like a curtain
Shivering in the breeze
Blue ocean waves
She could feel them
Washing upon her
And all she saw was blue
Blue
Blue
Blue
Tingles ran up her spine
Prickles of energy
Tickling her fingers
She leapt to her feet
She clenched her fists
Walking towards the exit
Teetering on the edge
She heard the cries
Of the stricken passengers
She heard the scream
Of the little, wide eyed girl
She heard the breathless pants
Of the ticket master
Who came rushing towards her
And she heard
Her own laugh
As her body slid off
And the train
Whished past
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The Girl
PoetryShe was beautiful. She was happy. She was a bright prism of colors. She was a sizzling firework of surprises. She lit up everything she walked past, with her bright, dimpled smile. They thought she was perfect. Until her world came cra...
