My mind stretches like gum
Pinkish bubbles as misplaced as children on broken swings.
High, high, higher I go, pressing my hands onto the outer wall of the sticky sphere
A blurry sight upwards, no strings on the board
How will I come back then? Who will bring me down?
Deeper than down, violently pushing my own head into the water
Mercilessly stubborn until I stop resisting.
My heart is in its depths again,
Unfree like my will and broken like your promise.
I drown, the bubble pops, and the explosion tears my body into million pieces.
But I forever have blown bubbles and I forever will,
And as I stick my head back onto my torso, my hands back onto my arms
I can feel the gum stretching again
Ready to rise again
Ready to explode.
Artworks by Pia Fleckenstein