Crack in a Mask
Written in challenging times, but time is fleeting. It's not forever.
By berry beePublished 6 years ago • 1 min read
Photo by Ann H from Pexels
Crack in a mask
With the party in full swing
Mid-laugh
I’ll feel on my neck
This ghosting (rotting) breath
Caressing my hair
As it murmurs, a whisper
“It’s not even funny
And you should be dead.”
Venom shots up
Straight through main veins
I know that she’s back
To screw with my head.
Grief? Failure? Losses?
Oh, not at all.
She never picks a moment
When life falls apart.
The only joy she swallows
Is branded “chief’s pick”;
Celebrating birthdays,
Friends having a kick,
Sunsets in December
Summer ocean dives;
Sorry I can’t enjoy
What used to be my life.
The familiar ache
Something tugging inside
I accept it as I
Bring forward the smile
(It slips every time)
A flicker of truth
A crack in the mask
Too short to be noticed
By anyone.
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