Ultra-Violet
This poem was written for @burrahobbit 's #colourchallenge contest using purple, but it might also have some environmental message. Oh well. Roy G.
Radioactive
Walking through empty fields of an apocalyptic world I cannot feel the sun. The smokey air scrapes my lungs clean filling them with rust and dust.
The Choice: Part Five
It's easy to see how, after living my entire life under a glass bio dome, I was more than a little frightened by the open, unprotected sky. I stand on the dry dusty ground which was once mud.
Call Of The Spirits
Chapter 7
"No, Vivos, The Caeruleus must have taken him" she says rather distraught.