Butterflies and ribbons
Purples and pinks
Cold glass
Sealed tight.
Pictures and memories
Are pieces torn.
Marbles line
The bedroom floor.
Salty tears
Fall upon the discolored wood
A drenched phone,
Makes a call
Screams and ragged breath
Echo across.
Letters written
In a flurry
Go zipping through space.
My sister in a hurry,
Throws things in a bag:
Pick-me-up chocolate,
And girly treats.
These things happen,
Bitterness is bittersweet.
