
A new take on the old "glass ceiling" metaphor, this time with a balloon.
Rated: Fiction K - English - Words: 121 - Reviews: 1 - Favs: 2 - Published: 08-21-12 - Status: Complete - id: 3052238
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The bigger they are, the harder they fall
Unless you're filled with air
My bottom ties can never be cut
And it never hurts to soar
Most of me is not me
I am only my skin
I wrap around gasses
In an airtight embrace
If I float up too high, I am bumped back down
by a surface I cannot see
I gleams under the sunlight
But is not visible to me
Melted sand, a fulgarite
Stretched wide and thin like yours truly
Holes are made to let others through
I am not included
Maybe because I'm overinflated
Maybe my flawed rubber
Is misshapen
Out of the sky and into the vault
The bigger they are, the harder they fault
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