Dustin Schaefer

The Underwater City

The rotting smell of decaying bodies sitting in dark tears,
Neglected by a rough sea.

The walls shattered like a piece of glass,
The thunderous weather hit.

Electrifying people partying with green and blue beads
For another Mardi Gras Night.

The humming of the saxophone playing the blues,
The ignorance of the upcoming fight.




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