This Cup Poem by Amber Piercy

This Cup

I don't want to dance without you
I don't even want to hear the tune
I don't even want to see a sky that's blue
Or hear the word June

I don't want to write out Christmas cards
Or see the snowfall
Or pick up these shattered shards
From the mirror I busted in the hall

I don't want to sing Happy Birthday
Or spend another holiday alone
All these things I could say
If you was home

I stare at this broken reflection
Just a fragment of a lost memory
To cover up this complexion
I'm missing a part of me

To scream at this ugly ceiling
Won't change a damn thing
From all the dust I'm feeling
Makes my vocals not want to sing

It's like jumping into an inky black river
And sinking straight down
My lips begin to quiver
My eyes bleed brown

Plunging into this nightmare
I can't find my way up
My brain begins to not care
As I drink from this poisonous cup

I cry out into the darkness
But still I sink
Inside this personal abyss
I slowly begin to drink

The tar hits my stomach
And covers up my soul
It doesn't even make me sick
Instead I feel whole

A.D. Small
November 25,2023