Scattered pieces of china
The only
Remnants of my anger
Staring back at me
Demanding reason.
I cannot think
Of a good enough one
Now, the morning after.
Then, it seemed important
That it doesn’t remain whole
That I crash and break and
Let them know
I am angry, I am not happy.
Now, I am too tired to be
Angry, sad, or upset
I want to get up
Pick up these pieces;
But neat spaces, clean floors,
Everything seems unimportant
Now, the morning after
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