There's a floor to be swept;
The sharded china must be picked up by hand.
How can something, once so beautiful,
So fragile, suddenly be so harsh and cruel?
As I pinch, and taste the bitterness,
The pure white stains crimson.

He smashed the vase.
Last night. It was a gift, mine.
The flowers were fading, I admit.
But not gone, there was hope for them,
Once. No more. They lie
Killed by the pain that keeps me here.
And the blood thins.


Written by Samantha Fleet-Lyon (Lola Skywalker)


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