Masks …



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 …