She was utterly useless as he lay limp

Breath no longer leaving his body

Blood pooling on the floor

A tattered rag doll

Smashed apart like a rotten orange

preserve yourself her mind spoke

To her blackened heart

As she started to scrub the floor

it wasn't my heart anymore.

you somehow changed it,

it became a useless, limp rag.

and then you drained it,

and a blackened liquid

came from it,

and you left the blood-orange

shame in it.

and you didn't preserve the

love in it,

you just destroyed it.

and somehow, I still think you're beautiful.

I cast aside the useless habits of my orange past,

It’s glow fading like the afternoon:

An improbable shard that I hold in my hand,

Grains fused together inside the sun,

Periphery blackened,

the clock hanging frozen and limp from the wall.

Holding a rag over my mouth,

Stepping inside this hollow chamber,

Arranged carefully,

Fragments of blood on a pedestal.

And I grasp my head,

knowing this legacy will always persevere,

TRINITY GLASS.