Chiseling Teacups

Chiseling Teacups

You hold the chisel, bracing it on the cracks
of your porcelain veneer,

widened by unforgotten slights, unforgiven wounds
festering with time.

My intentions, you said, were hammers waiting
to chisel at your teacup

when all I ever wanted was to offer you a cube of sugar
to sweeten my words.

Another version:

Chiseling Teacups

You hold the chisel,
bracing it on the cracks
of your porcelain veneer,
widened by unforgotten slights,
unforgiven wounds.
festering with time.

My intentions, to you,   
are hammers waiting
to chisel at your teacup.
All I ever wanted to do
was to offer you a cube of sugar
to sweeten your words.