this glass is half empty
stagnant
with a little light
shining through
open wide
bitter stares
and knives in backs
don't swallow down easy
i'm itching to take it back
pull the thread a little more
and leave a handprint
red on your cheek
with satisfaction
but drinking guilt down
with my coffee come morning.
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