My Husband Leaves
the jelly lid too tight again.
I twist and twist
until my palms sweat,
glass slipping like his promises.
When it finally gives,
the seal breaks with a pop,
a red smear blooms across
the countertop, and I slick
my fingers through this mess,
taste sugar and iron.
It’s the only sweetness he’s left.
Copyright © Jaymee Thomas | Year Posted 2025
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