I love the squeaking and rattling when I scratch the balloon with my fingernails.
I'm fighting the urge to pop all of these balloons forcefully.
my body longs for this feeling that you burst triggers in me.
I remind myself to be patient. breathe
my fingers feel their resistance, their resilience.
Their breath-filled bodies creak and tremble at my violence
I enjoy pushing them to their limits and seeing them break at my hands
Nolos