Dedicated to MaybeIreadtoomuch , for being a good friend :) .
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Blank plaster faces
With dark, hollow eye sockets;
Uncertain noses.
The wide, flattened planes
Of the still cheeks and forehead -
Repeated daily.
Chasms watching me.
They will never intervene,
So the show still runs.
If I tried to break
Their facade, would they hate me?
I don't think I care.
It isn't worth it:
My own mask needs protecting.
Turn your backs again.
Dust used as powder,
Coal as eyeliner - and I
Continue my act.
YOU ARE READING
the mind's recesses
Puisiwords that fell out of inky fingers, and stained the paper that lay on wooden tables.
