Bright red and full of air.
The only thing keeping it safely in the atmosphere Is the knot of the string that is tied to your arm.
It twirls and twist as you move your arm.
And still it floats trying to escape the grasp of the string.
But that one moment when it twirls the wrong way and bursts into rubber strips that fall to the ground.
But you express no sadness.
You just get another to meet the same fate.
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SincerilyKaraSimone Shorts
PoetrySincerilyKaraSimone Presents: SincerilyKaraSimone Shorts. Interested in what they are? We'll shorts are books full of ORIGINAL INSPIRING short stories and poems. They can even be something sad or random. And the titles are simple; they're just wha...
