For this Inktober's Bottle prompt, I wanted to do some Critical Role fanart. Inspired by the way Caleb has dealt with his past, I encased it inside a bottle, which he would stare into at night. As for the poem, it plays on that further. Below is the transcription:
the colour of burnt wood
and the smell of your
mistake, filling up the
charred lungs inside
your chest with guilt.
if pain hadn't already
slashed at your heart,
you'd still be crying as
the flames lick up the
sides of your parents'
tomb.
'Bottled Up'
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