A Shattered Petal

April 13, 2009
By Samantha Graham BRONZE, Mission Viejo, California
Samantha Graham BRONZE, Mission Viejo, California
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A Shattered Petal

He loves me, he loves me not, he loves me, he loves me not.
He loves me not.
Not.
Never.
Plucked, torn, cast away.

Falling

Plummeting


Crashing

First comes anger.
Hot then cold.
Screams then tears.

I catch sight of my face in a mirror.
Monstrous.
Lit with fury and anguish.

Angiush
Now its anguish.
Now I watch my laceration.
My single cut.
Across my heart.

I watch it fester, I feel it sear.
And I am leaking.
It is seeping through my incision.

It.
My feelings.
My vehemence, my grief.

Now there’s calm.
A sweet sea of relief, a bandage to my heart.
My broken heart.

I love him, I love him not, I love him, I love him not.
Not.
Never.
I watch him fall to the ground.

The author's comments:
This is my first time actually submitting a piece, I don't really know the standard. Please tell me what you think!!

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