As the mud hid your secrets,
You pressed on with vehement anger.
Decades were molded into your container,
While fire hardened your ceramic.
You glazed this product in a sparkling finish,
Painted it with the right words,
Careful not to ruffle feathers,
You couldn't handle it.
It is too heavy, but it is a memento,
Sentimental.
Symbolising every statement that only serves to
Confirm and justify
Your behaviour.
And I stared on, my heart growing colder by its hostile design,
Using it as inspiration to form mine.