Tuesday, 11 May 2021

 Weeping Mask


The mask weeps

diamond tears,

turning ruby like

as the blood 

flow starts.

Then black 

like coal

as decay begins

and the mask

itself

begins to crack,

to distort

and disintegrate,

to flake away,

to disappear.

As all masks will

in the end.


Until only 

the tears 

remain.



https://www.thequiverreview.in/2021/05/lynn-whites-poems.html?fbclid=IwAR1bf9iF-pI5NPmUywRrPvHux8zmefKeenCHk0VGMqXVx9YAlQ9c2HUV9X0


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