Now that the world has ended
you ask me where your coffee is.
I comb shards of glass from my perfect hair
smooth my apron with its bloody handprints
I will spend my forever painting you sunsets
so resplendent in their myriad of hues
that you’ll learn to dream in technicolor
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When I look back on my past
I see shards of betrayal
Arrows of deception
Shot right through my heart