Clean Break

My response to A-Stack's prompt: "A Perfectly Ruined Thing"

I have a blank white plate
My favorite gift from you
Though your meals taste like poison
I turn my brain off and chew

You made a slight crack by your hand
I lick it up, tongue bleeding and all
You say sorry 
I said you did nothing wrong

Peering into the hole I see nothing
It reminds me of your empty words
The lies I've been fed come back up

I spit them on the table
And pick the solid pieces away
They amount to nothing great

She's been holding out a hand
I finally take it
My world clicks into place
Feeding from my own abundance

I stick my wand in the plate and hack away
Just a little everyday

Either You must not notice
Or I’m too far gone 

How many more times till I split it in half
A clean break
Perfection in its ruin
To Your absolute disgust
And My rotten pleasure