Creation by Agent_J

I'm smashing the head off of the statue I made
The statue's eyes glare at me, filling emotions with rage
Crying, "You be can't it" I put the shovel back on the ground
Walking away then I turn back around
The statue looks just like her, now I'm wondering how
I chisel the last of her face
My heart now cracks and it breaks
The tears flow up my cheek and back in my eyes
As her last words play over and over, "You love don't I"
I take the cooled statue, dip it into the steam
The ice water heats it up and it hisses and screams
Place it in the oven, it cools and turns back into the clay
I take the molded sculpture from on top of the tray
Turn the radio on, sad song plays, then my eye drips
Shape the last of the sculpture's long legs and her fine hips
I mold a woman's face
Gave her that same profile, down to that deft stare
Kept her figure unclothed and her body was left bare
I'm sitting at the chair
Twitching, I'm a shaking dummy
Realize my girl is gone
Stolen and taken from me
I hear her voice in my head, "Baby, forever last dont promises"
The ring rises back to my hand and hides away in my pocket slip
I take my hand out of my pocket, put it back on my lips
Wishing she never said, "Out working not is this"
I take the hand from my lips, continue work on the sculpture
Drama hanging over my head like a voodoo vulture
I conclude the work on the main body, its feminine curves and its frame
My hands couldn't help but mold the shape of a dame
I say, "Can I yes" I reply, "It do can't"
Formed the shoulders and torso, later I'll come back to the stance
Dried the clay with wet hands
Dried my hands in a water dish
Picking out the subtle differences between our first and our last kiss
This creation, this work
I will name it Love Nevermore
I say, "Leave don't please", she replied, "Optimistic too you're"
Reminded of her suggestion about how we need to talk
Turn the dial on the radio and then I switch it right off
I form a shape as it turns
It morphs on the wheel as it spins
And that's about the time the story begins
Back when I first came home
Hung my head in disgrace
I opened up the jar and put the clay back in its place