

Under pressure - WIPUnder pressureUnder pressure - WIP
My ears accustomed to the steady, stilly buzzing Of diligent propellers petulantly search for suspicious sounds. Creaking bolts play a slow song along the beeping radar; A never ending epic symphony of sense.
Colourful buttons and lights shine on my face Slightly enlightening my metallic asylum. My sweaty fingers rest on the periscope Hectically beating the drum of my opera.
Indicators of instruments declare That I have reached the rim: Nowhere deeper to dive, Nowhere deeper to hide.
The pressure on my skin &n


Sole uprising - FragmentThis sole uprising - a weak stroke of wind, slightly bowing the world trees limbs, just to see them swinging back to where theyve been.Sole uprising - Fragment
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