Tear
The shards of glass shatter across the counter.
Shards fly, glistening in the light, reflecting my inner darkness, and piercing my skin.
Rage flows through my blood and blocks the striking pain.
My mother cowers in fear, placing a chair between us.
My dog, screaming at me, my brother crying in the corner.
I’m a longing nuclear bomb, I just want to explode, erupting into a fiery ball of rage that shines bright enough to blind the gods.
I take another glass and hurl it against the wall like a baseball.
The glass shatters, as if mimicking my soul.
I’m alone, hurt, enraged and frightened all at once.
My mind may never know rest and my soul, no comfort.
I keep telling her. “2% Milk!”
She never listens
They never do.
Moms.. They always forget it’s 2% milk.
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Lol I love this poem it was a very interesting.
In the beginning I felt the mood (sad) but when it came down to the end I found it a little amusing. I like it.
I keep reading this over and over, but I still don’t get why this is incredibly funny.