You had the world by a string, Peacock Feathers. Then you let it spool away. It was over exposure that led to your inevitable downfall. You were everywhere: on headbands, belts, hair clips, earrings, tattoos, necklaces. You were always the life of the party, the visual interest to any outfit. We trusted you with our accessories and in some ways, ourselves. But now that trust is gone. And the children have gone to boarding school.
So get your shit and get out.
All Ruffled Up,