Graceful rainbow hues.
Daylight’s emotional flair.
Beyond the twilight.
Medical Professional turned writer.
How does it work?
Beyond the sky. Beautiful <3
More stories from Megan Bald and writers in Poets and other communities.
Submerged in a blue sadness. Confined in a red madness. Blushingly flushed with pink compassion. Consumed by a golden obsession.
By Megan Bald2 years ago in Poets
I held it in my hands Tightly squeezing my grip so it would not get out I could feel it struggle as the light that fed it disappeared
By G. A. Botero6 days ago in Poets
I fear not dying, for death can only offer something brighter than my life, I fear not the Lord’s anger at my words. Pain or strife
By Edward Val3 days ago in Poets
Satan, laughing, spreads his wings. He launches into an atmosphere riddled with smoke, soot, and ash. He feels the radiation from a thousand fallen nukes. For humanity, it’s certain death. For him, it’s like bathing in a sauna. He laughs again at the thought.
By C. Rommial Butler4 days ago in Fiction
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Beyond the sky. Beautiful <3