((About as blatant a Tori Amos tribute as I have ever produced.))
Sand and water meet.
Children laugh as they chase the tide,
Parents smile as they watch their children play.
A new toy found.
Sand is washed away.
Children giggle in wonderment as their feet leave the floor,
Parents wryly grin at their child’s voiced gasp.
A happy memory discovered.
Hard rock is exposed.
The child’s laugh is replaced with a scream of pain,
The parent’s smile is torn apart never to return.
Innocence destroyed.
And the only sound in my ear is a bracelet on a wrist.
Jangle,
Jangle,
Jingle.
Jangle.
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