We all live here in this yellow submarine. It sank many
years ago. The hall stayed intact after it lofted to its final resting place
miles below. The radiation from the fuel source makes everything in here glow
that eerie yellow. It’s also what I believe for a lack of a better word is what
has kept us alive. I don’t know what eons we will suffer down here in the
abyss. I stay sane by looking out a single porthole on the stern where the yellow illuminates
the outside a bit.
The little I see out there reminds me of my mum’s garden
except for the octopuses of course. I used to have hope but now pretty sure nothing’s
going to change my world.
Copyright S Williams 2013
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