I drift skyward, in a steely grey balloon
lusterless, and quiet.
if someone took a needle,
and burst the fluid filled sac,
where my lungs, lie
...might I scream?
might I disconnect from my body
in a pitchy wail,
shattering the sound barrier,
as I fly, into the distance,
releasing a forced breath,
in a banshee shriek?
Or, would I pour my contents
onto smouldering pavement,
and collapse,
silently inward...?
No...nothing about me
ever expires,
peacefully.
So...
I'll drift,
ever further,
into the choking nucleus,
of sky.
Dragging a tail,
that can never be tied, down,
to nothing.
Until a simple word,
a phrase
a draft, of careless thought
pierces the shiny,
bubbly armor,
of my airy,
fairy existence.
Jul 21, 2025
Jul 21, 2025 at 11:38 AM UTC
I drift skyward, in a steely grey balloon
lusterless, and quiet.
if someone took a needle,
and burst the fluid filled sac,
where my lungs, lie
...might I scream?
might I disconnect from my body
in a pitchy wail,
shattering the sound barrier,
as I fly, into the distance,
releasing a forced breath,
in a banshee shriek?
Or, would I pour my contents
onto smouldering pavement,
and collapse,
silently inward...?
No...nothing about me
ever expires,
peacefully.
So...
I'll drift,
ever further,
into the choking nucleus,
of sky.
Dragging a tail,
that can never be tied, down,
to nothing.
Until a simple word,
a phrase
a draft, of careless thought
pierces the shiny,
bubbly armor,
of my airy,
fairy existence.
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