that night
i shook
like the ground when
the sun falls to it's knees
and blood hits the floor
after a long week.
that night,
i said things that
i was too afraid to say
otherwise.
i said things
that thousands would cover their ears after hearing.
sew them shut and
cower when someone
tried to tear them open
to speak.
that night.
that night,
i failed horribly,
now sitting in
an office every week for an hour and thirty
trying to let out
emotions that i can't feel.
trying to say
something.
and god,
how i wish,
i hadn't failed
that night.
-september 17th, 2021
YOU ARE READING
another empty bottle
Poetrythis is a compilation of vent poetry. I will not be including trigger warnings, an exception made for the first piece. read at your own risk. wow reading over this is embarrassing am i really that unstable
