Dust Collectors


She read widely about minimalism and how joy fills a home with little.
She loved blue and white porcelain so much, yet it sat in her house behind glass.
Something changed as she listened to doom metal: an understanding.
Something had to be done with the porcelain that irked her so.
She lined the porcelain teapots, cups, and saucers in front of the speakers.
She took a breath, blasted the porcelain with doom metal and watched them dance.
The beloved porcelain is no more, but oh, how entertaining it was.

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