"champain" poems
Long walks by the sea
Drinking champain
Self-loathing
Oct 9, 2015
Oct 9, 2015 at 12:23 PM UTC
words which squeezed out veining the neck of the bottle
the bottle storing all my honest, sincere, compassionate words that no one wants to hear
the epitome of abuse just seems so used up
i've been shaking this bottle filled of chamPAIN for months now
slowly a mushroom cloud forecast has been developing
incinerated indium
violent violet
the cork popped
accompanied by the entirety of the split second mosaic bottle
and as usual honesty fed the beast
to live miserably ever after :( :)
Jan 19, 2021
Jan 19, 2021 at 1:27 AM UTC