Silicone beauty sitting alone,
wondering if someone will take her home.
Insecurities,uncertainties,doubt, resurfacing in spite of
perfect reflections looking back from glassy surfaces.
She dives into her cocktail,mixed emotions pouring down
the back of her throat with the sweet liquid creating a burn.
Realizing the loss that comes from wasting time in a bottle.
She smiles to herself and rises to her feet.
There's a fire in her walk.
Six inch heels don't leave much room for faltering.
Author notes
Time in a bottle ( just the title not the lyrics...)
opps i had more than ten lines and spelling errors.... .....fixing it
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Nice little slice of life you've portrayed here. And I agree with poet2angels - great metaphor of the six inch heels at the end there.
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Great closing!
"She smiles to herself and rises to her feet.
There's a fire in her walk.
Six inch heels don't leave much room for faltering."
Excellent...
Lynda
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Thanks!
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A very interesting and contemplative piece you have shared here. I like the use of the phrase "wasting time in a bottle" makes me think that dwelling on bottled up emotions and how unhealthy to the spirit that can be. Best of wishes for the judging.
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Thank you. As I reread the rules I realized I had overlooked some.. I fixed it
and I have to say I actually like it better with less lines.
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