Painted Eggshells / Painted Shards


    A single slip and slow motion beckons


    As the shell plummets to the floorThis book is hosted on another platform. Read the official version and support the author''s work.


    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 pain more.


    Yet mistakes linger when the moment''s passed


    A thing is not beautiful because it lasts.