We played battleship
Except instead of sending bombs to crash
The little grey plastic ships,
We threw flowers.

One by one, I saw roses fall from the sky
And with equal eagerness, I threw roses back. Blindly, of course,
But that was alright.
The petals felt kind in my hands;
You could see the floral snow on your side too.

I was fixated on the sky
Brightening at every rose that appeared
And eased down to my ships.
So much so that it took quite a while to notice
That I was bleeding.
Your roses were glass.

Prettier, because they glimmered and caught the sun as they fell.
But when they hit
the bow, the stern, the deck,
Glass roses turned into glass throwing stars,
Still glimmering.

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