Poem by Elyssia
I’m like specs of
Black and white
You stain me with streaks
Different shades of grey
I am your personal bottle of
An ego boost kept fresh in the cooler
Commodify me
Make me a product that is consumable for your palette
A temporary sweetness
With a bitter twist
You knew this wouldn’t end well
As you drank
Me
Away
Placed me on display next to the
Other empty bottles
Decluttering the over thoughts of you
Residue tells me otherwise as the memory
Of you is in the circle ring on the wooden dining table
How do I fill my glass again?
The candle you gave me resides in my entry way
I am greeted by your scent each day
Your inadequacy to be truthful leaves you trapped
I am poured down your throat one last time
You seem dissatisfied at the empty bottle
