Clean Plate 1/365

We both tried, isn’t that what your supposed to say when a break up occurs?

Oh sure I know I bent myself into a saltless pretzel, rolled myself flat all flaky pie crusty hidden under the flour so the tears never showed.

She smashed dishes screaming how worthless I was, how I had robbed her of possibilities dragging me through a colander shredding my soul and remaining love into nothing.

We went from a plate full of color mixing and melding simmering and boiling with possibilities to an arid plain trying to eat lifes juice, lifes blood with a fork.

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