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A couple bars (of broken bottles.)
By Candy Cain
Breaking open bottles
with a brain just ripe for baking
taking these painkillers
is still just as painstaking as the first time it happened.
opened up the cabinet,
played it off like an accident,
reached a hand in for the habit,
now she’s falling between the cracks of the establishment.
playing every note from the bottle like it’s my last symphony
and treating every lovers kiss like they’re my Judas, it’s a self fulfilling
prophecy
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Published on Friday, March 8, 2019.
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Author's Note:
this one will probably see change over time. Tell me if you think it’s trashable or passable? Or take it for yourself and run with it.Comments on "A couple bars (of broken bottles.)"
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On Monday, March 11, 2019, Chelsey Elaine
(75)
wrote:
I dig it. Xo
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A former member wrote:
This poem was a surprise to read. But a beautiful, painfully honest surprise. The direction it took was not what I expected from the title, but the construction was swift and the imagery evocative. The self fulfilling prophecy at the end was deep, tragic insight that leaves a realistic fatalism to the beauty of the piece. Exquisite.
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On Sunday, March 10, 2019, Candy Cain
(49) wrote:
Flattery wont win you any brownie points but it’s always welcome. Thanks for the read.
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