A Vase

A Poem response to H is for Hideous by Kim Hyesoon

It was a woman

Before it was a vase.

It was able to live as what it was

There was no man to exploit it patterns

It was more than being forced to rest upon a table.

Its once beautiful silhouette once had flowers decorated across its skin 

Yet now it was bloody and dirty from shards of ceramic pieces.

The human part of it became enclosed in a tiny hole

Slivers of confusion only being left

It was taken away by a man

Was told lies that it was unlovable

Unfixable

Until it believed it too.

It had nowhere to be

Nor no home

Even when the man claimed to be its husband

There was no warmth of a home there

It had become

A vase of a mindless woman with only a man inside of her.