The Bubble

By Jonathan Bibriesca


Gray day,

aromatic sensation of uncertainty,

thin rectangular crystal box,

shout after shout cracks the clear shield




Hateful lyrics penetrate the sense of hearing,

overwhelming number of index fingers.


Young student stands his ground

silence becomes loud.

Wind cease to blow,

black and gold shirt speaks out.


Rapid drumming of the heart begins to find its rhythm,

words begin to rise as a synchronized being…

…Undocumented and unafraid,

…Undocumented and unafraid!



4 Responses to “The Bubble”
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