Poetry · Writing

Masked Trader

It was easier to hide

behind women, 

alcohol, and women.

Coward? Maybe.

It was easy though.

No one asked what was

behind the mask or the scars

underneath.

Coward? Maybe.

One day, it’ll come off.

I won’t be ready,

to feel the sun

against my skin.

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