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Bubble


Stuck in a tightening bubble

As the world around me floats

I reach out to them

But unable to pop the bubble

I'm comforted in this isolation

But yearning to pop it

Simultaneously

As the world around me gloats

And I find them more miserable

The more I suffocate

And breathe in the lathering soap

Of this intoxicating bubble

But I get to float

Way above the people

Wanting to come down,

As I scream for help

But nobody can hear me

Because my mouth is choked in soap

Washed of all of my words

That I wanted to say

While this bubble views me

As a living curse

Wanting to pop the bubble

But weakened from the fight

I foam at the mouth

As my corpse bathes in soap

That claimed to have sustained me,

All while I am launched into the stars

My rotting body dissolves

And becomes one with the suds

That refuse to let me

Reach out to them

Because of this

Bubble.

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