Glass Jar

 

people at theater
Photo by Monica Silvestre.

Glass Jar (By Cat Matchuk)

I bled in a glass jar
and she threw it against the bridge
just for the sake
of watching the sky
go up in smoke.

Confusion disoriented me,
and the anger
can only slither inside.

Pity me.
The sword I can draw against you, will only point to myself.

She strikes my face, leaving me numb.
And curses me for bleeding on her palm.

It’s an opera,
a drama.
A show that I was incorrectly cast in.

When the curtain opens on your stage,
I will not be there.

I’ll bleed into this glass jar
and throw it against the stone
just for the sake
of leaving you to clean up the mess you create.

Poetry

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