for Twiglet #75


A sea shell,
Her old gold ring,
A wish bone.

All in an emptied bottle.


Her every anticipation,
diluted in that
emptied bottle.


There was no third
or forth or fifth.
Everything ended at
that second.



for Twiglet #75 “Empty Bottle”. Each is 17-syllables.

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