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THE NEW COLOR.

imageLetting go. Letting go. Letting go.
Letting go.

Fashioned with the essence of her feelings, a new color she had made. Dipping the tip of the brush that was her self-respect, she had made him portraits of her heart. They showed the deepest darkness that resided in the crevices of the blood pumping, overhyped version of the organ.

Dripping the thick red drops of her life blood, she had made paintings that were now the ashes accumulating around the fire she had started with gasoline laced with hatred he oozed and poison he hurled at her. The beauty that she had brought to life with the heart blood that with every pump screamed of her adoration for him was nothing more than ashes of her heart now.

Staring at the flames dancing, as if rejoicing in her slow demise, her need to get back up and paint the world an opaque so dark that nobody would see anything but her brave, young heart, roared. She wasn’t a lowly shell of a being who would let go of the beauty that was her just because she knew how this world works now. She was a fire that wouldn’t die just as easily.

And, so to keep it going, she threw the past as wood, sprinkled with the very color she had fashioned with the essence of her feelings. The roaring amber was a sight to behold. With hair flying in the wind of courage and eyes sparkling with the gold of the fire, she became a new person. She became a person she could be proud of. She became a person who created entire galaxies of memories to fill up the deep, dark pit where her heart once beat, echoing his name. Now, it echoed her own.

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Poetry

Under the Façade.

Under the

Façade of

Quiet and shy

Hid a wild soul

Ready to run free

In the cluster

Of trees of

Possibilities

New.

Poetry

Every Single Time.

Cringing at

The memory

Of the moment

She had finally

Understood

How much she

Hadn’t loved

Herself

Because she

Didn’t have enough

To love

His ego, him, and

Herself,

She made a

Resolution to

Only give the spare

To others again.

She was her

Priority.

She will get

The first dibs.

Every single time.

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