MascheraA Poem by Rowan TylerMy painted face becomes another's,
the cloud of perfume clogs my porcelain features. I can taste the brandy on her breath, and feel the flush of her cheeks. Her words come through my face, her words become mine. As the people intertwine so do the identities that define them. The dancing makes me dizzy, my head spinning through the motions. The screeching music fills my ears making thought impossible. My ribbon feels loose and I worry for my fate. I can visualize my disguised life spread shattered under foot. © 2010 Rowan TylerAuthor's Note
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Added on November 26, 2010 Last Updated on November 26, 2010 AuthorRowan TylerRocky Mount, VAAboutI love Fantasy writing. I've been reading since before I can remember. And I am a total dork. more..Writing
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