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Mask

By Iosefa ManuPublished 2 years ago Updated 2 years ago 1 min read
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A mask shrouds

My low, self esteem,

Hiding me in plain sight

No one else can see

Just how hideous

This creature is

In day light—

I’d rather be

Way below the earth

Where worms

Take turns,

Devouring

Internal organs

Until there’s

Nothing left of

—Me

Maybe when they’re done,

I’d turn out much better

Never denying the sun

Again

Laughing at weddings,

Crying at funerals

—Like a normal person

But I don’t think that’s possible

Perhaps probable

Maybe

Of course

There’s all sorts

—Of

Variables

For what it’s worth

Nothing else matters

In a world scorched

By fake reports

And fornicators

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About the Creator

Iosefa Manu

I write to let the demons out.

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