Ship Wrecked

by Invisibly Awesome   Sep 4, 2016


Jealousy boils over in my heart like a witch's cauldron brewing. Pumping unsure thoughts into my brain that rattle rapidly, like an untamed dragon in a fire proof cage. How can I handle these thought alone? I have no one to truly talk to. So I slowly sink my soul like a ship into a foggy glass like bottle. But once I float up on to a desolate deserted island, I will have to maneuver through high tide so my glass does not end up on a jagged rock cliff; broken and shattered into shards.

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  • 7 years ago

    by Em

    Love the imagery in this