Tuesday, November 1, 2011


Inside a forsaken garbage bag laid
A wooden frame perfectly shattered.
Beside the sharp glass were four pictures
Ripped into four exact pieces.
A dried up rose was crumpled, crushed
And dusted on top of the beautiful mess.
Underneath laid hundreds of tissues, each
Soggy and covered with black marks.
Last was a letter, the letter that betrayed her
The letter that tore her heart and created
This wonderfully awful mess.

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