i heard a voice say,
“burn it all away
there will always be
another day
wish for death
it’ll never be
just turn wide circles
for eternity.”

i want to rake nails
across my face
bothersome features to
grotesque displace
to match how the inside
is so disgraced
i must don a mask
to lay to waste

every hour,
every minute,
every second.
undo, unmake,
yes, make mistakes
by any means you
can employ.
roll with punches,
drive through pain
a widened grin
as a decoy
find the thing
they hate you for
and make it your
pride and joy.

-m.p. 10/27/2016