The Spirit in the Bottle
The spirit in the bottle
is just a lonely spirit.
Black dust floating,
dark green eyes looking
out at me as I
move away like a
tornado on the ground
and then becoming a
waterspout, whispering
words to me in some
kind of spirit language.
"Spirit in the bottle
you can't come out.
You may do harm,"
I sing while the
spirit whips around
trying to get out.
"You may do harm
to the people around
me."
Now I hear nonsense
jumble coming from the
bottle.
It sounds like a curse
bt I could be wrong.
Now as I leave the
spirit alone I feel
like I'm sufficating
about to cough up
blood then as I
enter the room I left
I feel totally fine
like nothing has happened
to me.
"Spirit in the bottle, why
do you curse me so?"
I say while I was slowly
moving forward to the bottle.
The dark green eyes just
staring at me with the look
of death on the inside of
it's eyes.
Jumble nonsense comes
again but this I don't
leave and I'm coughing
up gems of all sorts; rubies,
emeralds, diamonds, and sapphires.
"Please stop this, spirit.
Please!" I try to say
but I'm coughing up gems.
I look up and see
the spirit swirlimg around
in it's bottle.
Last gem i cough
up was a small ruby
and then the spirit's jumble
nonsense had stopped
and I cold breath fresh
air then I ran out
of the room, the house,
and the door to have
never come back.
I was far, far away
from the house that
I died.
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