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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