And the Bubble Bursts
An illusion of euphoric freedom,
a bubble that encloses them from all sides
and they float in it awed by its iridescence.
Swirling rainbow images could be seen on its layer,
miming untold tales of enchantment
with each lurching bounce as it levitates higher.
When actually it is a death trap,
a spell that isolates them from reality
and soon they succumb to destructive compulsion.
Itches of dark temptation lead to scary scars;
more they scratch, worst the wounds become.
By the time the bubble bursts, they are already dead.
Date: 05/01/2018
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