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Written by: Allison Glenn

Balloons

Latex exterior
Floating high 
Filled with air
Disposable pods
Sitting calmly
Waiting to burst
Sheepish souls
Infused upon delivery
Contained yet free
Disposable plastics
Restless soul
Bustling about
Levitating colors
Released into abyss
Seen never again

About the Poem:

I didn't understand death until I watched a balloon float up to the sky and drift behind clouds out of my view. This was written following that moment, comparing the laytex of a ballon to the skin of our bodies, both holding in the air and life that will, one day, fly away.

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