Turbatio.

"There's a story at the bottom of this bottle, and I'm a pen."

Distant from
today.
Distant from
yesterday.
Never
knowing
if
it's
real.

Drifting in a sea of glass,
I drink it down,
drink it down.
Shards of amber
from my past
in my mouth.
On my hands.
Floating on the sparkling waves
of
brilliant pain
and blinding
rays.
Unfinished.

Vanessa ((