Lokasenna II

She wore tragedy like a fine diamond 

And her court were tiny dolls 

So easily broken;

The queen of jilted hearts and plastic pearls.  

 

She Forgives You

Her white gloves stained 

with the squelch of your last breath

Soon all will be well in this cracked courtyard.

 

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