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He painted over my empty being, my colored being. His stained glass masterpiece, admired by many, sought after by one. My glass being: vibrant orange, rose blush pink sunshine yellow, emerald leaves cascade blue, lavender essence. I, his light spectrum.
My man, my painter. The artist whose art deemed recognition greater than his own; tempered glass dulled in my presence. His fragile art, he dropped it. Glass heart come undone, shattered edges sharp. He picked up my pieces, and I painted his hands red. His colored being, my blood stained masterpiece, admired by none, sought after by one.
image: via Emma Taggart, 8Contemporary Stained Glass Artists Who Are Redefining the Ancient Craft, My Modern Met, 2018, photo via Pixabay.
