“Bubble” by Madison Asher

Smoke stained walls

and screaming matches

with no winners

bite marks, scrapes, bruises

contaminated with blood

and directness

speaking freely screaming loudly

punctuating every thought and feeling with a promise of authenticity.

You have never experienced that.

Shared bathroom clutter

sister sabotage, secrets, utmost loyalty

never consumed anger with glad acceptance

or drank honesty out of a cup that refuses to stop yelling that you are wrong.

You come from small fights

from crossed words and selective phrasing

from letters stating dislikes

sit downs to “gently” check in (but not really)

and meetings concerning that poorly girl you’re dating (whom we do not like but will never say)

You come from family dinners

and silence during discomfort

you come from avoided conversations and “let’s change the subject”

from subtle hatred and muted dislike from top down processing

and sugar coated control

You are a bubble

and I am the raging sky

Madison Asher is a rising sophomore majoring in Psychology whose poetry explores the simple

in relevance of the complex. She is a Twilight enthusiast and hopes to one day write a story as

poetic as the iconic series.