Bottles

Bottles

Since taking my first breath 

I’ve always been with bottle. 

After leaving the organic teat

I suckled plastic for cool cold milk. 

As childhood steps started to move me forwards, 

bottles changed to match my growth. 

Bottles held fizzy pop for refreshing a summer’s day. 

Bitter and fruity syrups would be poured into me 

if I was under the weather. 

Occasionally, when I shook a bottle 

it would rattle to the sounds of self improvement. 

When I began to be educated away from the nest 

I learned that in the day bottles 

were for sustenance and health 

While at night 

music gives bottles lucid powers  

of buzzed emotions 

adrenaline rushes 

and interconnected pleasures. 

Anything is possible. 

And now is when I realize 

that bottles are powerful 

for they contain the powers to drown you. 

And in my recent blurs 

of a day and night. 

I tremble and sadly yearn 

to pour my escape 

and feel it fill my 

dry throat 

and gag on the 

feeling of everlasting relief 

of a summery May.