Eyes sink like stones into salty palms.
A wish of decadent thrones, highs and charms
But only sighs, harms and bespoke soaking luxury garms.
Tarnished dreams of garnished queens,
To end a life of varnished seams,
That weep a cry to unharnessed beams,
To topple a kingdom with harmless means.
Poetry by Aaron McMullan
Illustration by Alice Holly Peake
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