Reality
I turned my back
trying not to face reality
and the images of you walking away,
so I told myself not to look back,
look at you,
and the life you left strew across the floor.
From angry words
like the sharp shards of glass
across the floor
piercing into my skin
as I sit here turned away.
Black tears run rivulets down my cheeks
black and cold
like the night that swallowed you
whole
as you walked away.
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