Iun 26
The Glass
Posted on Vineri, Iunie 26, 2009 in Creative writing, Poezie
A short description of the frustrations of a glass towards people:
i’m being kissed,
i’m being emptied,
i’m being washed,
i’m being filled.
i sit in racks until you want
to use me.
i give you pleasure,
you touch my lips,
you suck me dry,
and afterwards you smash me.
you grab my waist
too tight from filling me
too often.
you break my feet,
you start to cry
you start to yell and cheer and die.
you must admire my slender form
you put me back,
you want me more.
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