Why don't you loosen the reins? A gentle tug to prompt purpley, sunburnt, sooty shackles to the ground. Why don't you lower the bar? Before it slices your head clean off.
The waves crash around my ankles in a desperate display of purple fury Each and every one poised for a destructive landing A very violet sandstorm. Wading in to be whipped, my body tenses Feet tapping and drifting away from the ocean's disgruntled bed One of them finds me, sizes me up, and then punches… Continue reading The day I got pummelled by a wave