The Second Face
Something Wears Me When You're Near
By Jason “Jay” BenskinPublished 3 months ago • Updated 3 months ago • 1 min read
Photo by Levi Arnold on Unsplash
The seams are tight—don’t tear them wide. Something below has never died. I wear this grin, a nailed-shut door; one split could unleash what lies in store.
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You think you see a gentle frame, but in my eyes, a creature flames. It peers through every breath I take, starving, hungry, half-awake.
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So greet me softly, keep your distance. Another awaits behind my face.
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This could be a way of defining the phrase 'Two-faced' in a way. Missed your thriller/horror stories and all else. Good work.
Fabulous welcome back are you back for keeps now 🌼🌼🌼🌼🏆🏆🏆