Jagged Peace
I gave you a box of giggling clowns.
To make you laugh during all the downs
I gave you a spray of golden fins.
To swim far away from your jagged 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 ragged peace.
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