Naz D.S Poet Free verse

My Water Bottle

There are flakes of black stuck to my palm
remnants of the bottle’s cheap paint
clinging to the rich warmth of my veins

It isn’t a surprise to find my water bottle in such a state
simply another thing of mine that’s far past its prime

Folders broken at the spine and
laces long soiled in muck
Hole ridden socks
and well-worn sweaters
A price for the stability I’ve struck
and reminders of what I must still weather

I brush my hand on my thigh
firmly as to rid the flakes from the ridges of my skin
As one would the guts of a fly 
and as thoroughly as dispelling the guilt of sin

I know the flakes remain on me
But my sweatpants are black, so
I can retain my dignity to a certain degree

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raven artlyy September 16, 2026 at 8:32 AM I've really been enjoying your poem and the emotions and imagery were so vivid that i could easily picture them as beautiful illustration. I'm a commission-based manga/webtoon artist, and I'd love to help bring your story to life if you're ever interested. Feel free to reach out at gm@il : akiracomicart2@ or on inst@ akiraa_artly

Beata Agustin April 20, 2024 at 3:54 AM Thanks for sharing this... exposing your thoughts through your unique poetic style. Meanwhile, I greet you with the love of the Lord, expressed by John 3:16 of the Bible, "For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life." Be blessed.