I am a teacup
small, porcelain-thin —
delicate by design,
not by choice.
Inside me brews a storm:
not rain on windows,
but thunder that rattles bone,
lightning that forks behind the eyes,
waves that crash on nerves like jagged shorelines.
To others, I am calm —
a gentle curve on a shelf,
a quiet sip in the corner of a room.
But they do not hear the roar
trapped within my ceramic frame.
Every sound a siren,
every touch a tremor,
every unspoken rule
another wind I cannot chart.
I hold galaxies of sensation
in a vessel made for one spoonful of calm.
And still I do not spill.
But sometimes,
the tea boils over.
And they call it meltdown,
when it was only the storm
breaking free
from the silence they mistook
for peace.
Polymer clay and repurposed teacup.
Approx 9cmx6.5cm
Free Shipping Australia wide.
I am a teacup
small, porcelain-thin —
delicate by design,
not by choice.
Inside me brews a storm:
not rain on windows,
but thunder that rattles bone,
lightning that forks behind the eyes,
waves that crash on nerves like jagged shorelines.
To others, I am calm —
a gentle curve on a shelf,
a quiet sip in the corner of a room.
But they do not hear the roar
trapped within my ceramic frame.
Every sound a siren,
every touch a tremor,
every unspoken rule
another wind I cannot chart.
I hold galaxies of sensation
in a vessel made for one spoonful of calm.
And still I do not spill.
But sometimes,
the tea boils over.
And they call it meltdown,
when it was only the storm
breaking free
from the silence they mistook
for peace.
Polymer clay and repurposed teacup.
Approx 9cmx6.5cm
Free Shipping Australia wide.
