I long to be buoyant an updraft to lift your wings allow you to glide thermals gracefully your eyes closed in exhilaration as crisp air fills your lungs but today I am a black balloon thrust upon you unexpectedly tied to your wrist with dirty frayed string that chafes at your skin a cold iron … Continue reading Baby’s Black Balloon – Christine E. Ray

I long to be buoyant an updraft to lift your wings allow you to glide thermals gracefully your eyes closed in exhilaration as crisp air fills your lungs but today I am a black balloon thrust upon you unexpectedly tied to your wrist with dirty frayed string that chafes at your skin a cold iron … Continue reading Baby’s Black Balloon