She watched two hearts collide as another was shattered.
The injuries so horrible to the last heart didn't matter.
The collision passed before her and she felt every spark.
Every twinkle of the others shot like lightning in her heart.
She touched love so gently and the flames swallowed her up.
Now a single bloodied rose remained after the celebrations.
One little rose left in the awesome confrontation.
She stepped away and crushed the rose, still alive.
Singing softly in the distance, let your hearts collide.
-Meagan Zealand
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My Beautiful Chaos
ChickLitOne shots of scenes I can't fit into the gazillion books I'm writing, but that want to get out anyway. These stories belong solely to ME. They come from MY mind, so don't plagiarize.
