Moon Cake
By Darmok
Moon Cake by Darmok 1/29/02 The moon mocks me, besotting brilliance. Disturbing chaos, and manic marvels of sublime division, I’m tilting. ~*~ Lunar piercings of eye candy sores, too much Light for rooms without doors. I lay on the floor. Gravity wins. ~*~ Moon light splinters Touching this shattered face. A cracked mirror, casting rays of silver shards and dripping slivers. ~*~ Icing adorning pretty cakes of cold pressed layers of ilk and dead flesh. I am made. ~*~ 'Happy Birthday darling', he Mocks... the man on the moon Feeds my sorrow with rusted spoons. ~*~ Forgotten. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------I borrowed 'rusty spoons' from Jennedin; thanks a bunch Jenn, you have inspired many a write like this from your revelations of yourself, your love, your pain, your angst and your beauty. I love the comments below, in the context of your feelings having read and accepted this, you should know that it was an inspired write, an image I saw in a place far away, twas not my birthday...yet I felt the years and the solitude of someone else. Written January 29th, 2002 © on Jun 20 2002 11:50 AM PST, Darmok 0 • 1
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