Glass jars

It's all there for us
sometimes we're just unaware
or don't care too much
for giving up the comfort
of 'it's ok'

we'd rather store our hearts
in a glass jar
preserved in cider vinegar
like a pickle

tell ourselves, we've no need
to feel the beating
  
and even though the fire
is down to its embers
it'll still glow warm for a time
and for the time being
warm is ok

"sure, if it gets any colder
there's always room
for another layer of synthetic clothing
and the self loathing
doesn't phase me much anymore
not like it used to"

sometimes we need a good kick
to knock us
the fuck out of the past
and into the middle
of next week


many thanks to The Jesta for the beautiful reading