Experimental
Issue #6
The Jar Stain
we sit and I watch you
pour the remains of the vodka away
and watch it drain in magnificent swirls down
and now gone it's part of what began this and ruined it
but remember that time I painted circles on your bare chest
and scratched ugly verse into your eyes so I could stop everyone
else from ever seeing into them like I did even if I only saw them once
above you before watching you pull up your tattered tights and wipe the
lipstick from your bitter bleeding mouth and before I let you take it my heart
and thrust it into an empty jar now filled with vodka to soak up all of my regrets
and my contempt in that fragile safe to remind you of the time I cursed your gaze
so in revenge you took me in your hands and wrapped me tightly in elastic and you
promised to share it with everyone selling me to the sinners and the righteous souls
and the ugly and the beautiful to show me just how it feels to be cracked and broken
to be endlessly running barely a whisper behind yourself scraping your naked ankles
with your teeth gnawing on the rusted bit of your unfaltering chase and now blinded
you'll sit every day in the middle of some bridge offering the pieces of my toxic heart
to a world of faces that can't even bear to raise their head to look at you anymore
since I spoiled you and I've destroyed what made you compelling to them since
you stole me and you've sold or given or discarded me entirely so that there
is nothing left for either of us anymore so can we sprint back to very start
to the beginning where I held myself above you painting those circles
back to before the scratching and the stealing and before the jar
just pour the rest of that wretched drink down the sink and
we'll watch all of our regrets and our mistakes we'll
watch it all wash away in swirling circles
and then we can start again
Alex Fleetwood
Alex Fleetwood is an English and Philosophy student who enjoys attempting to make things out of words which other people might find pleasant to read or hear.