Bottled Rage

I tightly sealed the rage in glass and thorny vine,

Ignoring fingers clawing at the cork - wretched

A storm contained, yet never quite benign.

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The bottle thrums beneath the moon’s design,

Its shadow leaks a vow to quiet death -

I tightly sealed the rage in glass and thorny vine.

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Each face it mirrored once was yours and mine,

Now fractured in the aftermath of ire and wrath -

A storm contained, yet never quite benign.

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The thorns remember every twisted line,

Each word that scorched the path we walked beneath -

I tightly sealed the rage in glass and thorny vine.

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It pulses still, bitter - a venomous design,

A relic of the love we left in shreds -

A storm contained, yet never quite benign.

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So let it rest where broken truth may yet align,

A bottled ache, a relic of sadness and regret -

I tightly sealed the rage in glass and thorny vine,

A storm contained, yet never quite benign.