Crimson Skies overtake my earth as I breath in deep
Orchid flowers fill the air with a strong, sweet sensation
Ultraviolet radiates my skin and sterilises my stained, soiled soul
Ripples of ruby light rush over me as I pause
Aqua rain clings to my hair, dampening the powerful pressure
Granules of gold dust transform my fear into grit
Emerald eyes illuminate the dark and shelters me from anxiety
Only I am the one who can terminate the terror
Under judging eyes and loose lipped mouths, I shall announce
Shauna is the purple in between the blue and the pink
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Shauna Mullen
I like to write about true crime and do small investigations. I also write fiction sometimes
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I love the idea of this within the symbol of a rainbow pride flag
Loved your use of the colors! Beautiful and well done :)