Seeing your first balloon pop

Your skin is stuck to the ceiling.
Your hair just jumped out of the window.
Your heart is Usain Bolt.
Your lungs could blow up a new one.
Your fingers a lightening bolts.
Your giggle is a teenager at the back
of a crematorium unsure of the rules.
Your eyes want to know What’s the point of anything?

© Carl Burkitt 2023

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