Midnight Tea Party

by Maple Tree   Sep 14, 2020

Simple bone sculptures
smother a silhouette
during a midnight
tea party; mixed with
unwelcoming company.

Fabricated smiles
remain hidden behind
hot steam from cracked
cups, coffee stains upon
lace collars remind me

"they are not without flaws"

yet I struggle with
lips wanting to move
and no voice to escape.

So I sit with demons
as the moon tries to save
what is left of my sanity;
adorning a smile upon my face.


Please note: Coffee stains at a Tea Party
is significant to the message I am sending
within the poem, it is not in error :-)


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  • 1 month ago

    by Brenda

    nominated my friend-this poem is amazing!

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