Divination.
A daintily crafted white teacup, cracked barely an inch at the base.
It sits mere seconds away from ruin;
its saucer teetering off the edge of the nightstand.
Surely the china ware can't push itself over the edge...
Will it be your palms that send it clambering to the hardwood?
Will it be his fingertips getting sliced by the shards?
It sits mere seconds away from ruin;
its saucer teetering off the edge of the nightstand.
Surely the china ware can't push itself over the edge...
Will it be your palms that send it clambering to the hardwood?
Will it be his fingertips getting sliced by the shards?