You are reading:
Violet, Me, Them & One Heart
© WRiTER oN THe MoON
Several days passed without seeing anyone here again.
My bubble ship was fixed and I went back to camouflaging myself underwater after answering their questions. They know that I planted a word but that I had to leave soon.
Perhaps my audacity took its toll on my kind guests. At the time that I am most likely they are hanging dead. They will have been sentenced to death for telling illogical visions.
Oh! What did I do!
Why did this happened?! Why did I chose to come at this time? I am so selfish!
All for wanting to see a stupid word sprout!
Now I can only cry.
She paints terrible images in me that I try not to draw...
What do I hear?
What do I see?
What is that!