Masks of many
Don’t be fooled by that clean cut exterior
That plastered smile
Those primmed trimmed curls
Don’t be fooled by her expressive tone
Her thought provoking words
Her emotional spoken swirls
Inside, the story has a different take
A different light
Uncanny senses,
Controlling plight
Imagine lava harrowing the interior
Burning alive the positivity,
The glistening, the shimmering
Plunged in its depth of murk
Think barbed thorns slaying away
No means of an end
Blindly, bleeding, destroying
Winking and giving a smirk
Envision spastic sparks
Zap, zap, zapping repeatedly
Refuting the progressive self
Terminating specific emotions
Consider these things
And let us reconsider
The way her life works
With all these commotions
(2014)
