November 26th | "Something Precious"

Feeling your lungs expand
against your heart so warm
A hot air balloon
or two
Tucked under your chest
for safe keeping.

Pulling your skin apart
away from flesh upon flood
Of tired air
and glass
And shapes big and small
underneath it all.

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