I saw you lying there
Used up and broken.
Your flaming shade
the color of blood-
I half-expected to see
a pool of scarlet oozing
from your stubby ends.
Your wrapper
had been peeled away
completely from one of your pieces;
the other lay in shame
very like a rape victim,
in tattered vestment.
Your identification had been
ripped away.
Only the bold letters OLA
remained.
As I cleared the table,
I placed my hand over you
quickly
To conceal your
wretched state.
I recall a time
when I had adored ones
such as you,
and would never have thought
to leave them in
such a pitiful condition.
I wonder how many more
rainbows you would have
created,
had fate not sent you such a
vicious end.
I toss your remains
into the trash,
apologetically,
and I think to myself.
Children can be so cruel.
Sparklebumpsthebookwhore 