encased in bubble wrap
then cried "Hold me
now, if you wish."
I reached out,
my grasp only felt plastic.
Clinging to your
protective shell,
I held.
Squeezed.
Tried to pop each
pocket of air,
like a child discovering
that bubble wrap
explodes with enough pressure,
but more desperately.
Because maybe you're
suffocating, bundled so tightly.
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