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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