Treasure Island

LaVonne Powell

(december 19,1998 / f l o r i d a)

Bottles


I have this bottle
This bottle that I fill up
containing my pains
this clear substance is my tears
they have not been held over the years

As much of the months
I'm letting go more than you need to know.
My bottle has reached its capacity

I have this bottle
This bottle I have
I've tried to maximize its size
It use to be a liter or 2 filled with my tears & emotions
Then the emotions came more than an ocean.

I tried to maximize my bottle into a few gallons
That's when I broke it
I broke my bottle

I had this bottle
I had it.

Submitted: Wednesday, November 27, 2013
Edited: Wednesday, November 27, 2013

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My bottle.
Broken,
emotions.. open

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