Hello . . . this is Joe. Welcome to A Daily Drabble. Please add 100 words of prose or poetry as a comment on any date you want and in any order you want. Please reply on the drabbles you like. I'll moderate the comments at night, and they'll appear the next day. This is for everyone!
At first, her depths seem cold and uncaring. An endless blue. And when I dive in, it feels like death. The Deep Pull calls to me. Those distant twinkles—are they stars? Are they bioluminescent creatures in her lower brine? I forget the ship behind me, the crew, and our directives. I forget the cares of the worlds we’ve passed. Kicking, I stretch my fingers out and caress her. Open your heart, she says, take off your helmet. I reach up and press the locks on both sides. Go ahead, she says. Open your lungs. Open your heart to me.
ReplyDeleteDragon and blue; dragon in blue; dragon and blue and blue and white. Water-monitor in Rangoon. Cigars and nougats. An and Goa. So show the rag that drags the. The saddest schwa. Peat for his tape; sip for tea and a rainbow in the upper right corner. The left if the painting were your face and you looking at me. Why does he always seem to be. Alembic and staid; dais limned to pit effulgence bullies. So; and so; and so scales break out into scutes. Which means Tuscany for your sugars; for teeth; fortieth day edema blows; flames you.
ReplyDeleteTuscany for your sugars, sir.
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