A short lil smth I recently added to

An artist destroys their work

All in a few hits

The clay face smashed to bit

With the fury of her pent up lashes

The clock on the wall tick's past 9:00

and ever since then the cracks in her sculpted face

roll down her clay cheeks

Her pottery face, chunks of a time

Turns back into dust to be moulded again.

As cracks part and tears flow out, so do to

Grand ideas and thoughts of how 

She may become whole again.