Orange Juice Muse Poem by Princess LilyPad

In past tense,
You can see your sins
As clear as through the glass of OJ on the breakfast table
The pulp sticking to the sides
reminds-
Mishaps through pride, memories, people, merely pulp, left behind.

Disgusting remnants
Do you savor or do you swallow
Do you throw your waste down the drain
and give it to the trash tomorrow?

Or do you lick the leftovers clean
The flavor of it nauseatingly bitter
Or do you wait until someone sweeps it
Away from you-hoping it won't matter.

If I had it my way, Id take it and smash it
Smash it horrible on the kitchen floor
I would need not see the tearing, the jagged edges, aand the remnants
Of the things I have rejected, distained, destroyed today and forevermore.