Hell

 

 

I keep my shelves lined 
with spirits, each 
in a bright glass 
bottle. 

Green, blue, 
rose and amber. 
At night 
I can hear them
rattling up there. 

Some want love. 
Some want revenge. 
Some want power 
and fame. 

The last time 
I opened one of those 
bottles, 
it was hell 
getting out again.

Comments

[Angela]

Wasn't expecting that ending. Excellent.