Drinking From An Empty Cup

a sadness so familiar yet so unknown
i have poured half the chalice
into your empty cup
i have shared my plate
and given you my soul

an overindulgence in the depths of your heart
how can i give more
when i have nothing left

for I have poured and poured until there was nothing left
except raw flesh and coarse bone

now i am ugly
and you don’t want to drink from my cup
anymore

Reviews

[The Twin Arenas]

sparse and devastating. i like it.