The Night Mask

I squeeze my skin
out of its shame
To paint my
reverent mask with pain
It cries with me
with those hollow eyes
Laughs in colours
of the distant stars
For it is tantalised
so much by the crystal night
That it makes
the dark its rustic shield


    1. Thank you! Your support means a lot, F.G.M (By what name do I call you? that’s not rude, right? Hehe -trying my best to avoid sounding like a creep) haha, oh dear… *awkward*

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    1. Ah, now that you mention…i too have read that before – the earth laughs in flowers…what a wonderful expression
      Thanks, Christy! πŸ™‚

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  1. What powerful poem, so many gorgeous emotional images. As others have said ‘squeezing my skin out of its shame’ is wonderful, as is the ‘crystal night’ and laughing in colours. Did you make the mask?

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    1. Aw, thank you! Your compliment means a lot. πŸ™‚
      I found that image somewhere and found it quite intriguing…so basically the picture inspired the poem. Although I wish I could paint like that…or at all. πŸ™‚


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