Creepy Cups

those moments we hold
into our steel hard grip
people, clay cups in hand
to sip one’s tea in pleasure
and throw when worn out

as they sneer, crushed
in heaps, leak out so, a fear
streaming back in our palms
to shiver the spine deep
feel those icy ghost hands
seize us on their skin as cups

image:ancientresource.com

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