Sad is an Empty Hand // Poetry

sad is an empty hand

always reaching for something
to hold onto.
The tighter she clings,
the more wine glasses she shatters.
She thinks the splinters
make her more interesting–
gives her a little sparkle
in the blood.
She wants to shine and shine.
The emptiness inside her
is so light.

LeAnne Hunt
LeAnne Hunt (she/her) grew up in the Midwest and now lives in Orange County, California. She’s a regular at the Two Idiots Peddling Poetry reading at the Ugly Mug in Orange. She publishes a blog of writing prompts that you can find here. “I suppose I am trying to create something worthwhile out of my mistakes, and I have given myself plenty of material to work with. My identity as a woman and a mother is central to me.” 

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