My Teacup

My teacup and me.

A teacup is filled with tea, except when it’s not

You can also fill it with rum or vodka or water if that’s really what you want.

I’m sitting at my desk clacking on the clunky keyboard

My eyes see double and blur at times but I never ever stop writing

I don’t know when I last saw her, the curled black hair she tossed about

It may have been at in the dark of morning after another bout with my teacup

I rarely saw her anyways, I made sure I was out when she was up.

I’d fill my teacup plenty and hide behind the comp.

The fear of never writing stemmed from my loss of self

And I used my teacup plenty to keep my spirits up.

She yelled and said I was dying, she said enough with the teacup.

Go to bed early and spend the day with the rest of us.

But I needed to prove I was something. That was something my teacup understood.

My kids would understand when they got older that being someone is important.

I finish another short story. The others have never been published,

But my teacup and I know that my success is surely coming.

Reviews

[Attentive_Ambience]

YASSSS I freaking love my teacup. All odes to the teacup. It is definitely the purveyor of all my crafts and hardships. Thanks for the read ^^

[lessa (kenzie)]

This is a really good clever write, enjoyed this a lot

[Julie McCarthy (juliesp..]

i found this intriguing cute thought provoking and a good read. loved the ending by the way

[siobhan]

Really like this. I love teacups too. And tea. Really hope to hear more. Will be keeping an eye out :-)

[Great Aunt Astri]

Wonderful. Yes indeed, what a friend a teacup can be! I thought some of the ideas were lovely ... some I did not completely understand. Bit I hope he manages to get published.