An Empty Jug
In this picture
perfect moment
your hands stencil
around the gaping wound
while your fingers
glue together
the scattered shards
entwining my glassy conviction
You swim against
the ebbing flow of
time’s vagaries
caressing me with
a new coat of sheen
that envelops and veils the
once overflowing blight
that rotted the veins of
this debased thief
I laughed
with each
self-inflicted incision,
Lo! how short-lived
was my joy!
I now tirelessly weep
like a widow
as you remold me
from wind-swept dust and
bend me into the shape
of an empty jug of wine
yearning for his blood
Copyright © Shiraz Bautista | Year Posted 2023
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