4pm
Then I got stuck in my loneliness,
And it’s four in the afternoon,
It just feels like my life is but only a cracked beer bottle.
It once held stories that people wanted but
they drank me
up until they vomited,
And cracked me open on a pavement.
- Now they do not want to touch glass shards
Copyright © Merel Vdb | Year Posted 2018
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