The Coffee Table

Sliding through the coffee table. 

Oh no! I’m stuck!

My significant other tickles me, as I wriggle to be free.

In my struggle, the top of the coffee table breaks.

I am free, but my favourite cup breaks.

There are so many tears. 

 

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clarissawoodwrites

I spin words from a different space • music, the sea, and nature makes my words spin • ex-lawyer • I love turning ideas on their head •

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