IRIS

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That safe space of yours
is unlike anything I’ve ever seen
and the more I drink of it
the more painful it is
to wander the world
outside of that safe bubble
the more dreadful the fear
what would happen if one day
I was denied access to it
or if it burst

and beneath the rainbow orb
is a dark cloud whispering
of fragility:
‘Hear hear, moments of inattentiveness,
either yours or theirs
can shatter that sphere
you hold so dear.
And where will you go then,
you fool?’