March 29, 2024 Poetry

Rock Bottom

By Hannah Woodvine
Rock Bottom Artwork by DALL·E 
I am at the bottom  
of this bottle but  
love is nowhere  
to be found. 
The rocks  
spiral 
in the glass,  
illuminated 
by morning sun 
shade on me 
fool me twice 
I pour myself in 
dissolve my flesh  
saturated sticky syrupy 
ooze into the hard place  
swirl round the rock  
bottom.

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Hannah Woodvine

Hannah Woodvine is a poet, performer and English teacher based in Brighton. Her poetry and short stories have been published online and she performs regularly at spoken word events.

Profiles:

Instagram: @hannah_woodvine

Website: http://www.hannahwoodvine.co.uk

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