| Alone and Helpless I dropped a glass today, a China one I drink from when I pretend to be someone I'm not. It broke into tiny pieces. I picked up what I could and hid them in all four corners of the room. I couldn't pick everything up and left some shards alone and helpless. I put the pieces in the corners I used to hide in when you came out. I would go anywhere dark so you wouldn't find me. I heard yelling and breaking when you would come out, still I hid, alone and helpless in my corner. Now I have crouched and lain these remains of a once beautiful cup, one piece has a small dab of lipstick and I lick my lips subconsciously. I remember this corner, I sat here most often, alone and helpless. Memories come back and I lie down, not caring about the shards, pull my knees to my stomach. A single solitary tear begins in my eye-corner and slowly slides down my cheek to rest on my ear. And I remain here, alone and helpless, for the yelling and breaking to begin again. |
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