​The pin called reality

The ‘safety’ pin, overgrown nails, the palpable pressure of the aggression you never knew existed. 
One sharp prick, enough pressure, and there it goes. 

I dislike the sound. I dislike the impact.

I like balloons. In shapes and colours.
Especially the ones that refuse to stop the sky. 

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