Saturday, October 19, 2024

running on empty

the joy
seems to be gone
from the candidate's
speeches.
like
air from a child's balloon
it has seeped
out.
the thin blush
of the pink
bubble floats
away, stuck in the first
tree it finds.
it's anger
and bitterness
from now on.
what is that that i hear?
crying?

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