Bottled


Bottled up inside 

were the words

she never said

the love 

the passion

 no longer wanted

the pain

the guilt

that  always gnawed

the lines

the poems

no one ever read

the memories

the ghosts

that forever haunted 

*

All of it,  bottled inside, 

inside, she let them hide

bubbling and simmering

a hot molten lava

devouring her 

waiting to erupt…… 

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Bottle

Bottle

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