A chalice
a cup
a porcelain bowl
any receptacle will do.

A storage container
for the guilt of others
confessions released and
held lovingly. Unwittingly.

A child, naive, whose heart is open
the innocent scapegoat
the young bearer of trauma,
anger, and fear.

She cannot listen anymore.
Eons of incoherent pain
body wretched with ache,
mind decieved.

Realization, the spark.
Recognition, the pattern.
A simple transference
by putting the lid on it.

She will not listen anymore.
Uninvited invitations
others try to purge,
wallow, and dump.

Claim bothersome inertia
on your own accord.

Let this child rest in peace.

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