carved into my marrow
this facade I've created
a hawk disguised sparrow
when my old self migrated
hiding beneath the falseness
to preserve and protect me
a willing accomplice
limiting who you see
specifically chosen
to delay or disarm you
so you can't poke your nose in
I keep you disconnected, confused
I misstepped and fell
your grace, unforgiving
an angel in hell
the highest cost of living
so easily covered up
until you've forgotten
who you thought I was
you're one and only begotten
which accomplished the goal
but reopened the wound
placing salt in the hole
of one so perfectly groomed
peeling off the flesh
adhering a new mask into place
what you see is the mess
caused by a removable face
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Kelli Sheckler-Amsden
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Comments (2)
Peppy but dark. Nicely done, Kelli. 😊 Do these require a specific structure?
Don't we all wear a mask at times. Good job.