Meniscus Doesn’t Lie


They said I was half-full,
but the curve said otherwise—
a quiet swell
above the line.

I didn’t overflow.
I didn’t need to.
I held my shape
in tension.

Even the lab tech blinked,
uncertain if I’d been poured
or if I’d risen
on my own.







Poetry by anonface
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Written on 2025-09-27 at 05:54

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Griffonner The PoetBay support member heart!
Thank you for sharing, it gave me a smile this rather dark morning. Blessings, Allen
2025-09-27