Short Countertop Poems

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.
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I'm crazy with pain
Running around the 
house
Looking for a corner
That can cradle me
Down on the floor again
I spend all of my time on 
Hard surfaces
Looking for a way to 
Mask my suffering
Sitting on the countertop
Crying on the bathroom 
Floor
The bed is too soft
To contain my torment
Anymore
soaked through with 
Tears and sagging 
Lonely years 
i can't 
Take much more
How will i go on
Without the person 
Who i was before...

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