Wordless
My wedding cake skin divides into nearly equal slices,
Adorned in strawberry raiments and sweetheart thoughts,
Somehow bittersweet and sickly sugared.
I have yet again been a nail,
Hammered haphazard and half rusted,
Arrayed in wormbit wood,
A secret language on the tip of the tongue,
But unspeakable by prilingual origins,
Like a cave wall adorned in ochres, ash and animal blood.
A choked back missive,
Half sigh, half prayer.
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I love how you twist the typically joyful image of a wedding cake with words like “skin,” “bittersweet,” and “sickly sugared.” Every line is full of beautiful language to savor. Wonderfully written!
Love “A choked back missive/Half sigh, half prayer” ending + the title does a lot of work toward the unspeakable