{"sf1_id":1181160,"sf2_id":"qmyRVPan","title":"Open me up","author":"Amethyst Mare","words":36,"posted_at":"2017-05-17T20:48:00.000Z","tags":["Amethyst Mare","Arian Mabe","Death","Experimental","Metaphor","Poem","Poetry","Real Life","Realism","Suicide","Vulnerability","Vulnerable","exhaustion","life","real","work"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1181160-open-me-up","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/qmyRVPan","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/41/d7/41d782f7-d446-428a-ac0a-9e0648c44bce","description":"#2 of Poetry\n\nI used to write more poetry and lyrics, but fell out of it due to another person. I've recently been playing a bit more in the last few months and this piece came out. It's not literal, just to note beforehand.","content":"  \n**Open me up**  \n  \nOpen me up,  \nI am but unlocked,  \nThat life turned sour,  \nShould be of no shock.  \nThe fruits are shrivelled,  \nTheir lies flicker loose,  \nThere's no going back:  \nI'll tie my own noose.  \n  \n\n","series":{"name":"Poetry","previous":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/597378-collection-of-equine-themed-poems.json","next":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1181998-those-sundays.json"}}