bottle
tears fall from my eyes
as i rip the guts out
of a really good book.
i reach out for my next victim,
and slaughter it too.
shredded papers fall
like a feather off an old bird.
this bottle i've kept inside
has been shaken and battered
and has finally blown.
i fall to my knees,
and sob over the mangled bodies
that once were
the hunger games,
lovely war,
and the other sister.
i sobbed over them,
like a mother would over her dead son.
my bottle has finally blown,
and i am broken in the aftermath.
⋆。゚☁︎。⋆。 ゚☾ ゚。⋆。゚☁︎。⋆。 ゚☾ ゚。