She knew what she had to do
She knew it the moment
Her eyes met the blue
The blue, blueness of the water
So unlike the green, greenness
Of the demons
She had to get there
She had to reach the ocean waves
That rippled around her
Taunting her
Stumbling across
Pale white pebbles
And bark
As leathery
As the voices of the demons
She raced
Through the grass
Long, brown strands of grass
That scraped
And tickled
Her bleeding feet
She ran across roads
Huge, lonely roads
With barren fields
And lone farmhouses
She could see it in the distance
The sparkling crystals
Dotting the surface of blue
Blue, blue, blue
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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...
