Brittany Jo

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





  • Author: Brittany Jo (Offline Offline)
  • Published: November 29th, 2020 20:15
  • Category: Unclassified
  • Views: 23


  • orchidee

    Good write Jo.
    You still got my t-shirts? You mean me?! heehee.

  • L. B. Mek

    reads raw and bravely true

  • RDS

    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.

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