top of page
Search

"guise"

  • Writer: and the moon speaks again
    and the moon speaks again
  • Jun 26, 2021
  • 1 min read

The shattered perfume bottle

lies on the wooden floor


and the vase has been cracked

with dishes scattered around the dying flowers;


a programming center

and a guise of femininity

that hides the one


who simply cannot figure out how to

be,


who hides the confusion

under painted lips


and who uses the potion from the broken bottle

to spell them into thinking

she understands.




 
 
 

Recent Posts

See All
"i am not"

I am not a tragic ending or a storm below the stirring Earth, I am not your empty vessel nor am I a glass of dirt. I have never been full...

 
 
 
"shells"

Belonging is difficult and sometimes a battle on a field littered with bones. Those of us who never got a say in this destiny lay...

 
 
 
"fragments"

Fragments of myself fell off until I had lost them all, I had lost the soul until I was nothing but a performing shell- I had forgotten...

 
 
 

Comments


Post: Blog2_Post

©2021 by and the moon speaks again poetry. Proudly created with Wix.com

bottom of page