This Pitcher - Poem by Catherine Elaine
Give me your deep, your black.
Coat me with your sorrow.
I want to taste the intangible.
Saturate me with your fears.
I can be the pitcher
for your poison.
Divest your demons.
Grant them additional refuge.
This pitcher sits,
unfathomable as your mystery.
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