Sam, don't let this upset you. It's not its intention because I don't hold it against anyone. I wrote this when I got home that night and it was just how I was feeling. Kay, sweetie? Love you both!
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A bowl and a fork
Sliced strawberries and a pile of sugar
I don't sit but lean
Dipping each piece in the sugar just enough to hide the bitterness
I'm tired.
Each piece caresses my tongue in sweetness
It really hurt
But maybe only because it wasn't the first time.
Teeth scrape lightly against the fork and I pause
Just long enough to clear the metallic taste
And pierce another morsel
It is more bitter than the last
Unwanted
Sometimes it is just a word.
The tears start
I take a deep breath
They stay there in the corner of my eyes
One last slice
A small bit of sugar remains like frost
The fork sits in the empty bowl alone
Then I sit
With dry eyes
And write
Unwanted
Unwanted
Unwanted
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Okay guys, I'm sorry everything's been depressing lately. I've been going through a lot of stress. I'll face my demons soon though. :) I have an idea for a short story that I'll hopefully get to work on soon! Be patient!
