I’m falling from this cliff, this empire of shattered glass,
 The jagged shards of horror glimmering,
Magnificently in the light,
Bloodied rainbows,
 Reflecting off the body strewn, bloody water
Of the overflowing moat.
Each shard is a piece of me,
A destroyed broken twisted piece of what was once my life.
Every shard holds the ghost of an image, a memory.
But each is stained,
Stained with old and new,
Fresh and aged, splatters of blood.
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Every terrible, horrible thing you said,
The insults, the shouting, the terrible […]