Inflated, the "myself" disappears - a balloon restraint that loses its skeleton.
Added 2025-05-03 09:56:15 +0000 UTCIt was already inflated.
The air was full, and the "rubber" and "balloon" were inflated to their limits,
From the outside, there was nothing left of the "Nureba".
My "inside" is still here.
I wanted to think so.
But I knew it.
There were no arms, no legs, nowhere to be found.
There is only pressure inside.
The air pushed me from the inside out,
I was already - something in the form of something.
I can't make out the sound of my own voice.
It's not a voice.
Every time the mouth in the mask opens slightly,
A thin film of air sticks to it and is quickly pushed back in.
No one can reach me.
Not even me.
A sweet tremor travels through the air pressure,
It reaches inside me.
There is no more skin, but I can feel it.
I am afraid.
But more than that - it feels good.
“…nn… haah… fuu… mmh… ngh…!”
If someone were to see me from the outside right now,
I'm sure no one would notice.
The only thing here is,
It's just a bulging "it" - "this child" on display.
Until the time when this form collapses,
I am sure that I will,
I will continue to exist as *something else* that drifts along with my breath....
