The Patterned Cup

Shh! Don't you dare make a sound!

Don't you dare cry out in pain.

Just let your body hit the ground,

And let that drip, drip, drip, wash your sins away.

Soaked sleeves stained with blood,

Stay still as you lay on the floor,

No one was there to hear the thud,

No one saw you fall.

"Wake up, oh please wake up!"

But now it's far too late.

For the shattered glass of the patterned cup,

Is too broken to be saved.

Author's Note

Thank you for reading!

Reviews

[ProphetsMother]

It's okay there's always more cups and the most high will always let's your cup runneth the f**k over. You deserve a full cup

[Hickory Dickory]

Thank you so much