Black Market

Black Market Bottle

There lies a bottle,
contents curdled and it’s skin mangled
from a body turned ashen.
Layers of it’s peel; twilighting
to naked the nightfall.
From that bottle, an ocean will fall
crumbling to paper: significance.
Something like this.

There lies a heart,
suffocation confiscated the freedom
from blood turned ashen.
You have nets to charm the teeth of the sea,
yet you drown yourself in it’s body
and smile at the thought of an empty bottle.
I have yet to spill an ocean crumbled,
because a bottle lie empty
and you choose to take a writer’s muse.
Where I sell parts of me
for the inspiration in a net,
Where tomorrow, I will have no face.

Violetta Alexis �" Copyright 2011

Reviews

[joshua deathdealer]

This is awesome. I really enjoyed this one. Well done.

[Jaco (Jaik Miller)]

badass