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  • THIS BOWL

    by KATRINA

    In the back of the cabinet
    all nicotine dripped
    I hold this bowl
    heavy and hollow
    filled with nothing its
    contents dripped out the crack
    in the bottom

    all over the floor which
    is now all wet and slippery

    I stand there and look
    at you with a puzzled look

    seared yet relieved
    let down yet very proud
    the only thing left

    reminding myself of you

    Even though you’re gone
    You are still here

    In the bowl I hold in
    my now burning hands
    you died and your bowl did too

    you are no longer trapped
    inside the dark cabinet

    you are no longer forced
    to be filled
    with stuff you don’t want

    not an extra but now
    treasure
    an antique I will always keep

    worth nothing to anyone

    but me

  • THIS IS WHY WE CAN’T HAVE NICE THINGS

    by LYZ

    It’s 5:30 A.M.
    My mind, set on coffee.
    I need coffee.
    To the mug cabinet I go.
    Looking, searching for my mug.
    You know, the one with penguins
    painted on the outside.
    I scurry around the kitchen
    looking for my special mug.
    It’s 6:15 A.M.
    I finally find my mug.
    Buried under the dirty dishes in
    the sink.
    “Now I have to wash it.”
    I pour the coffee in
    and out it goes,
    out through the huge
    crack in the side.
    “Where did this come from?”
    “This is why we can’t have
    nice things.”
    Wasted mug, and
    wasted coffee.
    I get so angry.
    I throw it in the trash:
    no hesitation.
    It shatters to pieces
    in the trash can:
    gone.

  • SHATTERED GLASS

    by JAMMONICA

    All I notice is a big bowl
    that had a big crack in it.
    The cabinet is normally
    shut, but it was open and that’s
    when I noticed the crack in the bowl.
    As I moved the bowl glass
    fell onto the ground. I tripped
    as I was heading to get the broom.
    I’ve got glass in my foot and I start
    hearing noises. I sit here for a second
    trying to recognize where the noises
    come from, but I have no clue.
    I start taking the glass out of my foot.
    It feels like fire going through veins.
    The glass reminds me of
    falling angels falling from heaven
    for the bad they had done.
    The broken pieces that shattered
    like an angel’s wing.

  • A CRACK

    by AUSTIN

    I have a favorite cup, I love that cup.
    This cup is old, very, very old.
    Within it consists a crack, a very small one
    to the eye a small one, to me a story.
    Maybe there’s cracks in the cracks
    Maybe even cracks within those cracks
    Yet no liquid falls through.
    Is there a machine to block it?
    A small unnoticeable force.
    No, probably not, just in my mind.
    Well no matter the cracks, I’m quite thirsty.
    I get a glass of juice and find out some other day.

  • UNKNOWN SECRETS

    by JONATHAN

    Unknown voices whispering in your ears.

    All the guilt you feared.

    All your past being revealed.

    All of a sudden you’re brought to tears

    because of unknown secrets that your fear.

    You reminisce about your past

    and how fast thinking got you passed.

    Knowing your past you fell in love

    then lost her to another above.

    You lock yourself out of the world

    and reject all help and then

    you truly are dead.