Prompt #4
I stared at the photoframe
until the glass cracked
from side to side
its shards scintillated
on the carpet
and mirrored
my broken reflection
unshockingly ghastly
She had the eyes of an angel,
With a heart like a traitor,
And a gun with a trigger,
In her hand pointed at her.
We always knew you’d go up in flames,
We always knew you’d go out with a bang.
