chandelier

a few years ago a friend betrayed me deeply in a way that had a huge impact on my personal and professional life. a few birthdays before that, she'd made me, out of the remnants of an antique chandelier from the junk, a lightcatching charm, crystal pendants and a pink bow, that i pinned to my bedroom window. it doesn't often catch the sun like it should, but when it does, it scatters tiny rainbows across my ceiling. it did this morning, and i woke up to their refracted sway. love is strange, the way sometimes it's hate. i will never forgive her. i could never bear to take it down.