Dennis drops down
Displaying determination
Dropping delicately deep, deep down
Depressurize
Don't! declares Delilah, denying Dennis's dreams
Dennis dancing divinely, desperately dipping down
Delilah develops desperate discourse
Damn - Don't Dennis!
Dennis detaches - diving disturbingly deeper
Delilah, defeated, dredges dismay
Dexterity disabled - Dennis dissolves, disappears
Dennis! Don't disappear!
Delilah dives - dips dangerously deeper
Descends, disappears , depressurizes
Drifts directionless
Deceased, dead?
Drowned
About the Creator
Lisa Ikin
Freelance writer, amateur photographer, occasional performer of personal stories @Barefaced Stories. Lover of nature, music and art. I write content and copy for small businesses and teach part time in Perth, Western Australia
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