Scalpel Moon

insomnia gods sacrificial vomit #120

 

 

 

  

 

Scalpel Moon

 

v

 

e

 

r

 

y

 

thin

 

skinned

 

emotions

 

erupting

 

~ shards of my soul ~

 

broken pieces given up,

 

pushed out from under the flesh

 

that the surgeon moon

 

could not clean out.

 

 

On the operating table

 

of decline

 

is

 

the shine

 

of

 

a most

 

piercing light

 

that

 

extracates

 

the darkness

 

from

 

this

 

seeping

 

wound.

 

 

 

Someday

 

this

 

gouge

 

of

 

my

 

core

 

will heal...

 

 

 

Tonight

 

I submit

 

myself

 

to the

 

waning moon's

 

scapel

 

in hopes

 

that tomorrow

 

at least some of the pain

 

will be gone

 

with the numbness

 

that will return.

 

 

 

Healing

 

always begins

 

directly

 

after

 

the last

 

cut...

 

 

Reviews

[Emily B]

Sharp and shining. Each word piercing home.

[Leran Vakem]

A very well thought out poem, with a layout that is just for this poem
Well done

[Fabian G. Franklin]

This was magnificent. Simply beautiful and well presented. I enjoyed it very much. "this gouge of my core" I liked that. "the waning moon's scalpel" its very original and well put. I liked the way the poem reads, like a scar down the page, just great.

[Brianna Brie]

I like this poem. Know it so well up close and personal. Keep on writing.

[Mr. Lopez]

An intersting format that left me with the impression of dripping blood. The content was really strong and I also liked the connection to the moonlight.