Spin the bottle

Just one sip
takes me over the edge
and I'm sucked
in the downward
stagger and stumble
to stop the flow
like an octopus on land
I seek the sea



Just one tip/sy
of the bottle
and there's no telling -
you can't stop time
anymore than I can stop
the slur of scenery
It's like trying to hold
the ocean with a spoon



I am lost in my silent
C


O


R N E R


of hell, with nothing
but the swirl and defeat
of this bottle

• On Tuesday, September 19, 2006, Dancing_Monkey (1550) wrote:
  
  Preaty good write. I like the flow and the wording. Octopus on land made me think of someone realy freaking out.. neat
  
  
• On Monday, September 18, 2006, TaintedButterfly (837) wrote:
  
  I'm so happy I faved you! Wow this was hard hitting, in your face awesome poetry! I loved every line. It let me feel the anxiety throughout, along with your frustrations, and fears. Well done! Julia~
  
  
• On Monday, September 18, 2006, dying angel (1076) wrote:
  
  "like trying to hold the ocean with a spoon." god damn. this has some amazing imagery to it. wonderful write.