Daydreaming Brizzy Blue
Adventuring on the seas Bright waves caressing our faces the salty smell of seawater lingering Suddenly gasping for air Looking frantically around Fleets from enemy ships Sending cannon shots, surrounding Shock waves sloshing water— Brackish to the face—directly Into our unsuspecting flank In an instant, Our vessel capsized Our defenses shattered Our responses delayed Our morale truncated Yet one voice slicing through clouds of disdain reaching dregs and droplets left from willpower and energy long since spent— blinding rays of daybreak break my concentration construction of characters' futures blocked from creation bringing me back to frigid air and siren blare just outside my window The Wayne Literary Review: Escapism
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