One More Poem: “Genie in a Bottle”

Some I’m going to try to get published, but here’s one more, for the night. I made my way through dozens of emails, and I’m chasing after reading time, after one of the most intensive empathic attacks and ‘breakdowns’ (not a real breakdown) of my entire life. If characters can know energies, imagine knowing energies in real life–and trying to carry the energy of dozens of genie projects. It can take a toll on the human being.

#itshardtobearealworldempath

The genie in a bottle

twisted, to then turn

upside down in glass

melted

in open-faced fire.

Magic from his ghost

burst, to then bleed

out on open carpet

shedding

liquid gold

afire.

Said genie cackled aloud,

to then whisper, cursed

from within history passed

with legends memorialized

by fire.

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