Broken Bottles

It shattered across the floor

I knew this was coming, it was no surprise

I couldn’t take it anymore

Oh, the fire in his eyes

 

His hand against my neck

His breath against my cheek

I pulled away hoping not to wreck

Yet his presence felt so meek

 

The way he talked to me

The way he spat on the ground

The way he grabbed my knee;

It had me all turned around

 

We danced till dawn

Left foot, Right foot, he always led the way

He looked me in the eyes, I felt so drawn

I couldn’t look away

 

The dance was speeding up

I was falling behind

I couldn’t keep up

My feet were unaligned

 

No, no more I said;

I felt so weak

He pulled me into him instead

All I wanted to do was shriek

 

I picked up the pieces;

Shattered everywhere

The glass left creases

My hands felt so bare

 

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Brian Maryon

Tue 20th Mar 2018 08:01

Mmmm...

Brooke E Addison

Tue 20th Mar 2018 04:55

amazing 10/10. whoever wrote this is a freaking pro

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