Diamonds. How many ways can you chip the edges
so the facets still inflame fire?
Gold: A treasure
you starve to afford – a minted
hunger in the hoard.
Rhinestones: Cheap tears
in the corner of each eye.
Pearls: So many layers
of weeping hardened about a vexed core
that just keeps growing.
Don’t look behind you at those
baubles and gems. Why would you want them?
Walk out and shut the door.