what if
at the end of your life
you had to turn around
to see all of your words
stretched out before you
like Smarties in a row
and now it's time
to eat them


your words of love
colored red
like roses
and blood
all of them red
no matter if those words
were cherished
or rejected
or ill-timed
or mocked
or embraced
or welcomed
or thrown back in your face

would you still eat the red ones last?

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