I lay my heart down.
Thought I had a chance this time.
Flushed hope fades to blue.
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"Everything is so... flat." Denille said stupidly as she looked around her new neighborhood. She looked around at the muted desert where even the smallest sign of life seemed to have given up. The plant life was shrubs that were half cooked by the heat and where there should have been a lawn, a mess of white rocks laid glistening in the sun. Even the sky looked stretched thin, like the sun had ironed it smooth. She’d moved from Riverside, where at least there were hills, but here in Barstow, everything felt baked and brittle.
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Aw,,, this is really sad. I love that you included a pic of it written. Well done, Hannah! (Also...this doesn't count as my three reads of pieces by you...this was extra cos I was just needing a writer I knew I'd be in safe hands reading something by before I tackle work and stuff)