
I saw you in the rain
The hazed lonesome night
There was sweetness in the pain
Lost in the city lights
I imagined what could’ve been
Had we not torn apart so brutally
I don’t know where to begin
To tell you my secrets truthfully
I saw you in the rain
The hazed lonesome night
There was sweetness in the pain
Lost in the city lights
I imagined what could’ve been
Had we not torn apart so brutally
I don’t know where to begin
To tell you my secrets truthfully
The black mist rolled around me
And the vase shattered into a million pieces
The flower petals it once held
Orange, red and yellow, they were all scattered around
The pieces are now jagged and sharp
Piercing my skin deeply with every try to collect them
Maybe I’ll make a mosaic of them one day
And hopefully that image is as lovely as the vase used to be
(Photo by Fabien TWB on Unsplash)
I buried my heart in the backyard
And I must say, I did not regret it
My heart was black and soiled
And underneath the fertile soil,
I felt it beating and throbbing
Please, don’t think I’m heartless now
After this, I am only endowed
With great powers of perception
That enable me to disavow
The curse of my ancestry
Here’s a piece of fantasy flash fiction about what happens to the pieces of our broken hearts. It’s actually quite hopeful (see – I don’t write horror all the time!) It’s about 550 words and has an estimated reading time of 2 minutes. Let me know what you think!
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