Shards

Location

Broken bottles

 

lining the window seels

where pictures should be

where crosses should be

liquor soaking in the walls

yet not absorbing the blows

 

virbration from the seel decore

shaking from the lungs which produce

horrible ringing from one so large

crying from one so small

saviors would rein

 

salvation would shine

through the words

created this live

bottles break

they scream as they shatter

 

but their drinker lets them lie

who misses them in shards

next year theyll be cleaned up

this year ill bring new decor

trying not be cut on my way in

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