Painted Eggshells / Painted Shards

  A single slip and slow motion beckons

  As the shell plummets to the floor

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  A work of art, of paint and brush

  Shall not remain so anymore.

  The crack of impact. The crackle of shards.

  The flash of regret, of remorse. Guilt gnaws.

  My failures manifested. Shattered

  Though she says she'll just paint more.

  Yet mistakes linger when the moment's passed

  A thing is not beautiful because it lasts.