The pain feels the same although i've gotten older
the bed feels bigger, and it feels a little colder
there was no flame left, not even a smolder
Only left with blackened, ashy coals
i'm far too familiar now with these bottles bottom
clinging to your t shirts, don't know why i still got 'em
Those memories creep their way back no matter all the times i fought them
what's it going to take just to fill these empty holes
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Author:
Brittany Jo (
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Comments3
Good write Jo.
You still got my t-shirts? You mean me?! heehee.
reads raw and bravely true
Good work Brittany Jo, I second L. B. 's comment. Rawly evokes loss and a tender spoken hope you draw out at the end.
I like how it's a descent (bottles bottom) with no sense of mending, think that's what adds to the rawness. Hope to read more.
J
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