Flawless, perfect.

Everything you intended us to be:

Beautiful Creatures.
To a fault.
Not that it was intentional – not at all – an accidental slip of the tongue,

Broken glass,


Blank paper and colourful words:



We are born.
Not that you regret it!

You’d never regret us,


Your creations, your design, your image



and your mistake.
Did I say mistake?

Hardly,


Anything but a joyous surprise.
Waking from your drug induced stupor to find nothing quite where you left it,

Yet exactly where you remember it was.

Like waking after a terrible storm.

Beautiful,

Clean,

And vibrant.


Life is exactly where you recall it but rearranged as the rain saw fit.
Hardly a mistake,

Beautiful accident.
You never quite understood how it happened,

Or why it happened.
Angry,
Sore,

Confused.
We were the chip on your shoulder.

What a moment!




Tables overthrown,



Glass hearts smashed,




Paints scorching,





Canvas burning,



Brushes twisted.





Walls broken, bruised.
We were hardly a mistake.

A beautiful,


Hurting,



Horrible

Accident.