Bubbles

by WaitingForLife

Published August 28, 2012

In Poetry

I scream into the azure ocean, but all I see is bubbles, bubbles everywhere –

my nostrils flare, my eyelids flash brilliant orange: burning bubbles, I bleed bubbles.

they wander skywards, fluorescent bobbing, bumping, smashing.

Zenith of willful beaks and shattered egg, they crack the surface
 

                                                                                                    and pop

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writingmyheartout commented Comment · Aug 29, 2012

I feel like this was really deep. God writing, I like the words you used. Everyone forgets there are different types of blue. :)

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Jalmoc wrote a review Review · Aug 28, 2012

I thought this was really good. :) The only thing I really noticed out of place was the "and pop" at the end. I'm not a big reviewer for Poetry, but I thought that this piece was really good. :) Keep up the great work! I can't wait to see more from you. :)

Keep Writing!

--Jalmoc



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