Actions have always spoken louder
for you – if you could lace them
with twenty-four carat gold,
you would.
Money bought love
dripping from the chandelier.
Rumpelstiltskin in the stable
spinning gold for you
to melt molten and consume.
A dragon protecting
its horde of teeth-cracking
promises, strung like pearls.
Medallions of self-worth
and righteousness; your belief
all that glitters
is worth every ‘I’m sorry’
in the world.
Photograph & poem: © Kristiana Reed 2019