my life as water balloonA Poem by buoyantMaureenAt birth, round and rolling, the entity of my underbelly grew thirsty for form.my life as a water balloon At birth, round and rolling, the entity of my underbelly grew thirsty for form. My greed matured in the roundness of cheeks. Balanced between points of disassembly even the earth sets me aquiver threatening to puncture, and I, threatening to burst. Even then, you took my stretched skin in your grasp! Fingers pressed into pink folds. The swim of my insides channeled tremors throughout the extent of me. I felt it, the churning drink pushing, pushing at my already stretched flesh. And knew: what I sight I am! The flute of my puckered lips, drooling. Yet, you took my rubbery weight, my sloshing innards, and cradled me with two hands, and breathed warm words of my defeat, If only. The ground returned, I found the beginning of another steadyward journey. Now my skin contracts, temperature-less and yet unburst. © 2015 buoyantMaureenAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorbuoyantMaureenPhiladelphia, PAAboutA coward and an INFJ for life who knows that good happens. more..Writing
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