Have you seen identities
shift
Like a magician's
hand in play
.
The clown like smile
frozen still
like it was never to
be placed
.
Have you seen the colors
fade,
The niceties ,
disappear
.
The mask that falls
when you blink
Gone--
only to reappear
.
Have you seen
the look they give?
How their eyes
don't match their smile
.
The glitter they show
is not care,
Knowing too will take,
but a while
.
The wretched twist
Oh, the jabbing
Soon, is it
bound to come?
.
Don't trust too much
Don't trust--
A lesson you'll soon
learn.
---
About the Creator
Hira K.
Windchimes. Palettes. Sky.
A writer finding her voice on screen.
The Devil's Cut
“Comrade, finally you’re awake.” The voice was smooth, sensual. A flickering incandescent bar was all that lit the white, sterile room. All Vladimir remembered was everything going black. He tried to move his arms and found them strapped to the gurney.
By Matthew J. Fromm5 days ago in Fiction
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