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Aura O'brien Poem
Bubbles live in sorrow,
brief lives, bursting
move, and they're gone
gone—
as if they never
existed before
Pop
Pop
Pop
We wash our sorrows,
scrub again and again, erasing
soap and sin that seeps into our skin
our touch destroying what barely was
Pop
Pop
Pop
I draw air; they vanish silently
in and out—
Pop
Pop
Pop
Sinking silhouette,
dragging deeper down into the depths of despair
nothing left to rise, nothing left to vanish
Copyright © Aura O'Brien | Year Posted 2025
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Aura O'brien Poem
Tiptoe through the house
Breath slow and shallow
Pry open the bedroom door
Trickling light escaping in a narrow line
Enter the overwhelming emptiness
Pocket all possessions
Thieve what is yours but belongs to others
Retrace your steps
Backing out of the quiet house
Leave no footprints,
No clues —
Only the consequences to your actions.
Copyright © Aura O'Brien | Year Posted 2025
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