Editor's Note

Illustration by Tracey Dela Cruz

i’m a bottle

suppressed, stuffed with dried up tears

and dreams that remain as dreams,

words unsaid and crumpled up thoughts,

neatly folded emotions and everything

that otherwise comes across as fantasy

so one day when i get too full and start to spill

of “i’m sorry’s” and damned ironies

throw me out into sea

watch the glass shatter,

into a whirlpool i’ll be

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