by | Apr 27, 2009 | Poetry | 0 comments

I lived in a bubble until I was fifteen,
Until words came and opened my eyes,
Magenta reality destroyed my cave walls,
Places I’d never heard before,
Sierra, Myanamar, Cambodia, Ecuador.
Pandora’s Box unleashed EVERYWHERE,
Crimson, red, blue, black,
A red rum rainbow, seeping through every crack.

And once this bubble was burst
I found it hard not to prick.
Shattering perceptions
Oh to live in a bubble?


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