It is a Thursday the most important day for me when it comes to blogging. Quick daily update it was a busy slightly frustrating day but the by far worst part of it I have written a story about. I dropped mason jar, it was my favorite way to carry water and drink from it but oh well. I had it since Columbus day weekend and this was the first time I dropped it so short story long I want a new one and here is a story poem thing from the POV of the jar.
Mason Jar Murder
Shatter and break into a large multitude of rather small fragments
My clear exterior separated for the first time in my life
I make the ugliest noise I can when I hit the black top
The quarter of a cup of life source liquid that I was holding on to spills
Turning the dry assault I touch to a darker wet state
My metaphorical blood pooling into a small puddle
My murderer takes the biggest piece of my dismantled body
The part that has some dignity
The piece that has a cap on
And like the greedy god awful being she is starts to remove my silver circle
Making her dirty hands contact both my innards and outers simultaneously.
I feel invaded with my last bit of feeling
She is picking my dead skeleton for its last treasure and discards the rest.
Leaving the majority of me on the blacktop to sit out and rot
No chance of reincarnation
No chance of a new owner
My life was cut short from the carelessness of a person
A person who does not even care enough to hide the body.