Eternal Peace
a face full of fur
stares back at you from the mirror
you are really a beast.
the fairy gasps in horror,
"that wasn't supposed to happen!"
for she was trying to help
not to hurt.
the beast inside you grows
and your rage finally explodes
teacups and plates shatter to the ground
and add to the cacophony of sound.
uncontrollable
darkness
fills your vision
and then
calmness
pervades your soul.
a face fills your vision
it laughs, it smiles, it sings
you are finally at peace.
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