Alone inside my bubble I could barely see out,
I didn’t think to scream and i didn’t think to shout.
I thought a place to put her, bubble by bubble,
And her throne grew painfully, doubled and doubled.
Pea-thick soup jelly her seat and her place,
I thought her and thought her into time and into space.
She grew and she trembled as life’s breath made her alive,
Skin and hair and hands so cold they made my heart dive
And splash and jump and leap through the waves so slick,
I try to move towards her but the glass is too thick,
Her robot hands and robot arms poised coolly on their chair,
Crazy and deranged I am held by her stare
And she sinks oozily back into the chair that I thought her,
Bubbling away with soup-crazed laughter,
Sucked and eaten by her pea throne,
And I am left alone,
Staring at a chair
Burping her into the air.