Masks

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic


 

There is a space that I alone inhabit

In the darkness behind my eyes.

Solitary and doleful

Loud and merciless.

I am extraordinary in my enclosure

I fly, I swoop, I glide.

I land.

My feet find cold hard glass

Reflective, ugly.

The brutal honesty shattering my bubble.

These thoughts abhorrent.

This face a lie.

The truth, hidden.

The concealing dift forms a smile.

Soon, they will hear it

For it has a heartbeat

And it needs to feed.


Submitted: February 12, 2021

© Copyright 2021 a.m. sharpe. All rights reserved.

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LE. Berry

This piece is so relevant during a time of pandemic...nicely written a.m.

Fri, February 12th, 2021 10:09pm

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LE. Berry, thank you so much for taking the time to read this piece!

Mon, February 15th, 2021 7:21pm

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