After absorbing the air,
She blows up
Into the red balloon.

The more she blows,
The more it grows,
Larger and rounder.
The more of her passion is
Swallowed
By the red balloon.

Making its skin worn,
The red balloon
Becomes more transparent,
Too visible, too naked.

Her red face, so breathless,
Can’t tell, Can’t speak.
No word can be voiced.

With full of her passion,
The red balloon is
About to explode.

Soon, it will.
Even if he never knows
The existence of the red balloon.

Soon, it will
And will disappear,
With the blast,
Hurting her.

© 2015 Kiara Belle * To subscribe on your Kindle, please click HERE!!!

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