The pieces fall
and crash to the ground
forming miniscule crystalline shards.
You betrayed me, what,
three times now?
And each time the cracks grew.
Soon they couldn't spread anymore
and turned into large
gaping holes of pure agony.
I stare at the morsels
of my once connected spirit
and consider leaving them where they lie.
That's what you want, though:
me to be broken and remain ruptured.
You won't win.
Not again
Author notes
I don't know, this was the first thing that came to mind when I saw the title.
DQ if it's not what you're looking for.
A contest entry
- ~Options~ by Dead Hair.
625 points, ended December 16, 2008, 16 entries
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This is exactly what I was looking for, so it's nice that someone picked up on it so quickly
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The word choice is great, and you used your adjectives very nicely. The ending was also an effective tie-up (the italics worked well in this case, but it's sometimes risky!)
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