My Six Word Story #5

Waves crashing in my suffocating lungs.

Glass bottle.

Screaming
Taunting
Smacking
Venting
At myself.

Well, I'm in a glass bottle.

I see, I feel and I get hurt.

So I scream
I taunt
I smack
I vent
At myself.

Cause I'm in a glass bottle.

If it breaks, I'll crawl and collect and put the pieces back together.
Let it break and I get hurt. I'll put it back together so others won't get splinters.

I'll mend it.
I'll throw it in the furnace.
I'll anneal it.
I'll give it all the love that I have.

For it is my glass bottle.