Yellow
Sunlight Makes the Best Bleach
Tap. Tap. Tap.
Craaaaaaack!
Hear that?
That's the sound of a shell shattering with the secrets it held inside.
Primary color of fear, what say you of what you find here?
Who asks?
Ask not who asks, for that is why I am afraid.
If you know why you are afraid, you know what I found.
Yes.
Speak it.
No!
Coward.
Yes.
Some truth at last.
But only at the bitter end, and not enough.
About the Creator
Maia Gadwall the metAlchemist
I fell in love with speculative fiction and poetry many years ago, but I have precious little time to write any. Then, I went crazy and started a cult called metAlchemy, or meta alchemy. I revere energy of all brands, esp. good, kind chaos.
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