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