Bubble

Bubble

It’s not large…
Inside, there’s room for me and he,
And we float on rays of light for stretches at a time.

The colors swirl on the soap walls around us,
I know better, yet I reach out-
This time’, I think, ‘if I ever so gently-’

Fool.

No plosive burst, no cataclysmic crash,
But cold, sticky remnants, hard earth, and the long task
Of constructing the fragile paradise once again.

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VK Lynne

VK Lynne is a writer and musician from Los Angeles. She penned the award-winning web series 'Trading on 15', and her writing has been published in Image Curve, The Elephant Journal, GEM Magazine and Guitar Girls Magazine. She has authored lyrics for three of her own solo albums and for the bands Vita Nova, stOrk, and The Spider Accomplice.

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