Tuesday, February 10, 2015

Crimson red

I dropped a
favorite coffee cup this morning
blind with anger
and sat on the floor with the shards.

I, who have always wished to be made
of iron, am reminded
I am not past the porcelain state,
crestfallen in a puddle of crimson red.

2 comments:

  1. This is gorgeously authentic. I really love this.

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