Strawberries

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!