11
Shattered
A poem by Khunsa Ansari
Breezy days dripping with sunshine
Her mouth a sticky mess,
red sweetness dribbling down her chin
Watermelon's her favourite fruit
The sun surrounds her in golden warmth,
the delicate rays kiss her cheek.
The morning couldn't be more perfect,
but all it took to end was one slip.
The watermelon just had to fall,
spraying it's red guts all across the patio,
it shattered the way she did when He came.
He came thundering out the door,
holding his favourite bottle.
Her smile melted as fast as the juice sticking to her fingers.
And she was shattered
like the watermelon laying pitifully on the floor.
She could never be truly mended,
no matter how hard she tried
to put together the pieces,
it would never be the same.