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As the water ripples,

you shed a layer

dropping the thoughts

of many a night.

A lightness starts

as breathing eases

and all is restored

with water’s kind healing.

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An idea

One day you see a side

that you never knew existed

and the vision shifts a little,

just very slightly altered,

but just enough to wonder

what else did you assume?

For you only moulded me

on what you wanted to see.

Empty

Slightly burnt, with crusts a little too thick. 

The last of the butter, evenly spread.

A little sweeter, perhaps? Too bland otherwise. 

Is there anything left in the cupboard? 

Jam, marmite, lemoncurd?

Maybe the marmite. 

Some will hate but others will love. 

They’ll say the taste is too strong. 

Lingers. 

They’ll have their opinions. They’ll say. 

But still they will take, despite their talk. 

And when there’s nothing left, they’ll move onto the next,

leaving nothing but a few crumbs and an empty shelf.