Guilty Confession

August 12, 2009
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Skin stretched, swollen, and sated from self-indulgence.
The balloon needs to be popped,
so pressure can escape and churning can stop.
The segmented pole slips through the darkened tunnel.
But not too far, just enough.
The chunky sea rushed through the tunnel but a fire followed behind.
The balloon sank, deflated.
All that remained was a retched smell, relief, and permanent guilt.

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.Irie. .. said...
Sept. 12, 2009 at 9:43 pm
Bree B. replied...
Sept. 16, 2009 at 4:31 pm
Yes. Good I am glad somebody was able to figure it out.
...irie... replied...
Sept. 17, 2009 at 9:51 pm
haha the poem was really good, made me think!
Bree B. replied...
Sept. 19, 2009 at 2:17 pm
thank you. I like to make it hidden. lol.
Bree B. said...
Aug. 21, 2009 at 9:42 pm
Let's see who can figure this out. Comment on what you think I am talking about. I wonder how long it will take.....
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