Thought Bubbles

Rip and pull blackberry brambles
crowding out the growth
Spikes of prickly fruition POP!
no comfort without bloody pain

The membranes of these bubbles
Glycogen particles of comfort
bulbs of ideas doubts hopes cares
Bathe in their glow to nowhere

Bask in the burn of blazing silence
Iridescent bobbles, pay no mind
Acidic, perspiring solitude
Solace inside aching knees

The pain absorbs into the membrane
Contaminating the comfort
The mixture perplexing
in short overthinking

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