Bright Bottles
So many shelves filled with so many bright bottles
Tantalizing concoctions to make us sparkle like our dreams
Each one filled by a child’s blood
Mixed with the dying strength of a crumpled woman
And to no avail.
The magic promised by their pain disappoints—
The colors fade, the curls fall, the fabric rips
And with a dying scream, they are gone
With no one to mourn them
No one to plead for their lives
Bought at so cheap a price.
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
