Poetry · Writing

grand reveal

i am constantly pretending

and now I don’t recognize

what is under the mask.

sly smiles and cheeky jokes

no one would think twice

but I thought twice

’bout buying a train ticket

anywhere.

the mask is cracked

and my tape walked out

glue left when it started raining

and the store is closed.

so what do you do-

when the light touches your skin

for the first time

reflecting on baby pictures

you did it back then

when love was free.

it has cost me an eye

just another sacrifice fly

and without the mask

forced to be unmasked

can see right through me

all the scars and the third degree.

will see who really will stay

when the monster is revealed

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