Bottle Kids

this mood

these times

that once

those signs

and the -

lack

the complete

And utter

lack

of the sound

of breaking glass

none of its

shrill announcements

splintered

shattered

nothing...

i feel

a soft pride

glow in my chest

as i recognise

acknowledge

confess:

one

these base instincts

for what they want

not what they are

and two:

being strong enough

not to sway

in a familiar breeze