~~~ Al

He got real good at pretending to believe her, and just bottled up all of her lies.
It was so easy at first, little cuts here and there, but nobody dies.

Occasionally, he’d open the lid, and sprinkle some onto a wound.
Wince, hold back the tears, then crawl in bed, and become her Big Spoon.

Frequently the bottle would fill, he would carefully empty it into another.
Making sure not to spill any on the clothes that he wore, while helping her to care for her dying mother.

He placed it at eye level, but hidden, on the purposely cluttered shelf.
Hoping someone would notice, so he could deny it and refuse their help.

Dust began to gather, and they had almost made it an entire year.
But with every new wound the bottle would call, like a ringing in his ear.

He tried to avoid it, he swore to never open it again

That is until he caught her with him, or shall I say “with them”.

Just like that, all at once, each cut came roaring back.
He fell in pain, reaching for his chest, as if having a heart attack.

Never before in his life had he felt agony this much.
The wounds expanded, like two lovers longing for each other’s touch.

“I can fix this” he thought, as he dragged himself across the cold hard floor.
Aching for the bottle that had healed him so very many times before.

One swipe at the shelf, and everything came tumbling down.
The sight of this destruction was almost enough to upturn his frown.
Squarely in his lap the bottle landed, barely missing his head.

And he thought, “shall I shower in this misery, or drink it instead?”


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  2. sarah wertheimer says:

    This is awesome. I felt it.
    I really like the way it threads the two relationships (with the woman, and with the bottle) together with the choice of words.
    (also the ‘bottled lies’ imagery reminds me of a little of something i’d written a while ago, but yours is better, lol)

    Liked by 1 person

    1. Thanks! I’d love to read whatever this reminded you of


    2. Sarah W says:

      sure thing. I just need to dig it out.

      Liked by 1 person

    3. Can’t wait!


  3. Cheryl says:

    This is deep….. I think you should tell us a bit more.

    Liked by 1 person

    1. Thanks… I started a draft a while back but it’s going to be a pretty slow process. To be honest I’m not sure if I will ever finish this draft let alone publish it. Oddly enough Al contacted me and asked me to tell more as well (for different reasons obviously), we’ve been talking lately in hopes of salvaging some sort of “friendship”. So I guess I’ll make more of an effort to finish that draft… But like I said, I doubt if I’ll be able to bring myself to publish it, and I doubt that she would REALLY want me to publish it once I finish… Hmmm, I don’t know, maybe… With time. I’ll work on the draft and see what happens.


  4. Liz says:

    Wow, this is everything and more!

    Liked by 1 person

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