Jagged Peace
I gave you a box of giggling clowns
to make you laugh during the downs
I gave you a spray of golden fins
to swim far away from your jinn.
This cracked heart you'll never have
for it has turned into a pulsing hive
a bouquet of hornets at the ready
to sting away your whitewashed lies.
The windchimes are chilled and quiet now
gone are the stingers and giggling clouds
a pile of dust where there once lay fleece
I pray that you'll straddle a jagged peace.
Copyright © Anthony Biaanco | Year Posted 2024
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