dame of the dark

how the moon snuffles her beeswax candles!

dripping yellow suns 

striking on moons rough skin 

sun drops match from pink tongue

black monoxide flames rise

a crackling carbon ash

grows veins in the sticky midnight

a sort of heroin chic

burlap sacks of coals 

beneath her eyes

she puffs stars

out her pond 

like cigarette dust

moons freshwater pearl children the stars 

 pop white heads from her onion womb

---her bald silver newborns

twins triplets so many!

but when her lover the sun 

pours her a goblet of his port red wine

she peels her children like sticky pearls

oh Diana!

how you kill your children

and subjects 

with winter glares

rough as your lunar craters

 when you rest overhead sea

the siren waves follow your moonbeams 

like plump bees to winter jasmines

salt snow lining the granite shore

and I stargaze as you change your phases 

 your flesh turns blood red 

from the suns scarlet light 

how you burry your silver bones 

and pearl stars under Amythest 

crawling into moon snails

 drunk off suns red wine

we all 

are your Luna moths

chasing onion moonbeams

and you and your bald children smile

all 100 billion of them

Reviews

[Vertigo Cat1111]

Wow, wow. This is beautiful and just so cool. I love the metaphors, this story, the haunting and darkness of it. It has this layer of macabre and it flows beautifully, gripping you with every word. You write this in a way that I love. This intricate story told through poetry with contrast and metaphors and strange images. Thank you so much for sharing this piece.

[kamiya]

thank you so much my friend! Thank you for commenting :)