Another Bottle On The Shelf

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Flash Fiction/Poem by: Shadow Summit 


I call out- shout- scream for help

But my voice is caught in my throat

I’m trapped in a dream- a nightmare

My heart pleads for an escape

A numb existence is no life

My own thoughts rebuke me:

“You crybaby- you complainer

There are others far worse off than you

You’re a woman- just hormonal

Don’t trust your heart- it lies”

My voice is caged

My heart is tied

Don’t say a word

Don’t dare cry

If I bottle it up

It may overflow

But I fill another bottle

And then another- another

One day it may get better…

But the lines of bottles sitting on the shelf

Show a far more honest life story

Than my own voice ever will


(c)ShadowSummit 2016-2018

Image Credit: Regin Hild


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