Photo Story: Bottling
I didn’t know her when she whispered in my ear, all persuasion and mesmeric. Dive into the bottle and win baby, win. In a few short hours we’ll be dancing through traffic. Soaking in a second skin of early morning rain. Pilled up and tranced out with our faces churning. The thrumming of the whole world’s vibes running through our veins. Drink up darling, wallpaper day memories will fade and we can pray together at the altar of chemical drop. A second chance lives in this bottle so give in. I drank. The pain stopped. We, like lost ghosts, swim.
Photo credit: Sam Cat
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I love this, the way it’s written in so perfect and the vocabulary is awesome. I think my favourite part is the last line “We, like lost ghosts, swim.” It’s just really really beautiful, you are amazing!