Confetti.

 

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(Google images, http://www.bethraztlaff.com)

Broken glass

cushioned the ground he walked

making a beautiful sea of crimson

trace his steps.

Shattered dreams

littered the ground,

sharp edges

piercing the air

like the shrill cries of a stillborn.

Confetti floated  down gently

in mock celebration

of great achievements

as he poured his blood-

a martyr of shattered dreams.

OurNanaYaa (c) 2016

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