, ,

mask and unmask
but this is my face
about my cheeks
my fingers trace

it’s no disguise
under which i hide
it’s the bonafide veil
above bones inside

i’ve seethed, i’ve cried,
i’ve breathed, i’ve lied
i’ve donned a smile
reptile and wide.

outlining my doom
an ill-gained prophet
all i ever was
was a corpse in a coffin

-m.p. 08/09/2016