Polyethylene Dreams

I wrote this for an assignment. We just had to write about an object and it's importance to us... but I took it in a different direction.

Polyethylene Dreams

Callie Horsman

 

The water bottle’s ribs are empty

It retires in the corner, next to

The broken silver hand mirror

I threw from my musky bed

When I was wasted

 

The subtle crunch when it moves

A growl from its plastic lips

Like an unmovable 80-year old plumber

His ribs protruding like thin, grey pipes

Under a white robe

 

The label hangs limp from the ribs

A diploma once adorned proudly

Since my hasty hold and fiendish thirst

Now a shriveled prune, sundried, flacking skin

Only in memory of what was

 

But

After a biting day in the beating sun

The bottle held royal blood

The medicine for the hard working

An elixir of a devilish disease

A cure for the dirt dusted

Day beaten

Puppets of men-

Buried diplomas

It’s a savior

A Prince

Deity

Drunk down the throats

And thrown, depleted

Next to a broken hand mirror

 

Garbage I once held close

But I discard it like everything else

In the corner the cracked mirror

Reminds me how we’re all

Just fleshy bottles

With empty ribs

Author's Note

Yes, there are no end punctuations. Deal with it.

Reviews

[Chris]

To your Author's Note: Chuckling here... dealing with personal awarenesses and sometime-preassumed unintended "flaws" can be a lifes'-time habit needing breaching but ...nah, not this time.

Seemed a fair view from a self-mountain. Didn't feel "twisted" to me. You had a track and followed it well with focus and intent.

[SquinklaPsyOps]

Fabulous, emotive, original poetry with that special sense of delight and style. This is truly my favorite kind of poetic writing.

[alifeacoustic]

I likey. Superb ending - Reminds me how we’re all just fleshy bottles with empty ribs. Certainly makes you look at the importance that we hold our self in and think maybe that we are really just as disposable as the bottle.
Great journey your words took. Thank you for sharing.