Fingers,

clawing at my face,

slipping beneath the facade,
tugging, tearing, flailing,
stripping off the veneer,

exposing the fragmented decay,

cloaked,

under this mask I wear today.
Hands,

groping for another layer,

embroidered on my thin skin,
peeling, rotting, searing,
shaving away the truths,

entwined in a jagged kiss,

revealing,

the vacuum of an emotional abyss.
Fleeing,

from myself yet again,

bound for nothingness,
desolate, cold, empty,
lost on barren pathways,

bruising my heart as I tread,

shuddering,

at the horrors that lie ahead