Carolyn Michael - Suicide Moon

Golden curls rest on her pillow
Tom Toad gets a kiss on the nose
Mother’s curls are kept away
With satin bows that glow

Mother sings her a bedtime song
A sweet and soothing tune
With crescent eyes she gazes up
She sees the suicide moon

Suicide moon is violet velvet
His skin, a shriveled prune
Her skin begins to mirror his
She feels the suicide moon

Mother starts towards the door
Leaves a whiff of her perfume
She screams for Mother’s comfort
But silence floods the room

Suicide moon adores her
Suicide moon does grin
He taps upon her window
But she’ll never let him in

Carolyn Michael

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