Your Story, My Way

The Bottle

The Bottle

My shape was that

With curves

I had a seal

Once broken

Always easier to open

Always vulnerable to lose

the Lid

but the air that entered

was of affection

was of freedom

maybe everything had its price

the part of me that I would lose

or the love that I would receive



– writinglady


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