A gloved hand reaching
down the silk mask to cover
Terrified that the mask will slip
and that everything will crumble
behind the carefully crafted facade. Feigning
indifference because it's
easier than feeling.Not letting
anyone get close because it's
simply too exhausting. Scrambling
feverishly to save face:a face that is
so distorted by the mask, it is
impossible to tell
who this cadavre was.
A gloved hand, to leave no fingerprints, reaching
down to remove
the corpse's mask. So it is me after all.