Shattering.

The sunset shot through the broken glass of her heart,

Lighting it up briefly, the moment was beautiful

Until she realized

The sunlight she had let in broke her heart even more,

when she thought it was making it better.

Defeated and darkened,

she retreated to spending her days with a broom and a dustpan

and stood anxiously waiting for the next sunset to arrive.

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