Poem -
BLOODY MASK ----- ME OR YOU?
Just a mask left on the floor
unexplained, unexplored
picked up by strangers
never worn
never seen
young lovers running
dragging the dreams
Mapped out hands
with tidal palms
turn upwards- bowls full of soul
leaking in gestation
a birth slowly to unfold
Just a mask left on a floor
walked over
kicked and sore
peeled from yesterdays sky
mirrors full of faces
never looking back
just a mask on a floor
deceased in the past
frayed frail corners control
JUST A MASK ON THE FLOOR
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