the unmaskingA Poem by sea lily
when i'm spoken to too kindly,
it's the unmasking. i used my sleeve to furiously rub, traitorous tears away. and white powder solidified on my arms (like clay.) and trying to explain, i need art to staple me to the ground, now lies hold together my life. so when my cheeks flush red and my eyes run wet, it's not your well-meaning soliloquy it's just me. (who will you be, at the unmasking?) © 2009 sea lily |
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1 Review Added on October 28, 2009 Authorsea lilyUnited KingdomAboutI'm growing out my hair Like it was when I was single It was longer than I'd known you I had no money then I had no worries then at all But with such a high standard of living. more..Writing
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