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.Damaged. ( Delphinium Cypress )
Stale maple chips lay in the bottom of cold tea.
Dispair fills the cup of utter blank black, dripping coffee stains on china glass.
Crumbling blue swirls across the cup rust to blood from my split lip.
A crack forms near the little red blotch known as a heart.
Bags of grey slim fold under grease.
The handle falls off the edge and suddenly the string is laced with blades so the glass screeches.
Deep lines crawl across the belly of the cup so red dribbles down onto concrete.
The cup teeters off the edge of the table, wobbling, wishing, pleading, the cord ripping, the life line screaming one final beep after a moment, the tearing of sheets as the cup claws for life within the man she loves.
Red and blue lights catch up to "mother" and "father", the cup is in an empty house, in her love's bed.
Please,
please,
please,
wake up.
I forgive you for everything you've ever done.
I love you dispite everything you've ever said.
I need you to breath and I cannot fatham a life without you.
The grave.
Empty.
Cold.
Alone.
Are you under there?
Under the earth?
In that box?
Watching me scream?
Waiting for me to join you sweet love?
One day, Thomas, one day maybe sooner then thought, I will join you.
And we will be together forever dearest,
dearest,
darling.
My only love.
The cup shatters against the ground into a million broken pieces,
forever and ever
damaged.
Dispair fills the cup of utter blank black, dripping coffee stains on china glass.
Crumbling blue swirls across the cup rust to blood from my split lip.
A crack forms near the little red blotch known as a heart.
Bags of grey slim fold under grease.
The handle falls off the edge and suddenly the string is laced with blades so the glass screeches.
Deep lines crawl across the belly of the cup so red dribbles down onto concrete.
The cup teeters off the edge of the table, wobbling, wishing, pleading, the cord ripping, the life line screaming one final beep after a moment, the tearing of sheets as the cup claws for life within the man she loves.
Red and blue lights catch up to "mother" and "father", the cup is in an empty house, in her love's bed.
Please,
please,
please,
wake up.
I forgive you for everything you've ever done.
I love you dispite everything you've ever said.
I need you to breath and I cannot fatham a life without you.
The grave.
Empty.
Cold.
Alone.
Are you under there?
Under the earth?
In that box?
Watching me scream?
Waiting for me to join you sweet love?
One day, Thomas, one day maybe sooner then thought, I will join you.
And we will be together forever dearest,
dearest,
darling.
My only love.
The cup shatters against the ground into a million broken pieces,
forever and ever
damaged.
Published 12th Oct 2011
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