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Eriko Mar 2016
serenity encompassing the shy masks
masked marble stone with the sliver of gold
two slits and a mouth to taste
those withering syllables left decadently on shore

masks, masks drinking roaming with haste
jumbles of words unspoken and texts never sent
interiors slashed as desire gathered and clashed

how long can our masks endure to the last?

last sip of golden beams
quench the sunlight with aching feet
last time stepping out the auditorium door
I swear, you were a great actor amidst the despair
last time you'll lay your eyes into another
getting lost trying to comprehend the dots
the last stroke of fear eradicated the moment
the fastens are unclasped,

fall
     tumbling
                     flying
                               spinning
                                              exhilaration
                                                                ­   clarity
                                                         ­                     weightless
as the mask becomes of no more
something like vertigo,
sudden visions of peripheral miracles
and yearn to feel your own cheekbones
we all have our own masks
sometimes for different things
Eriko Mar 2016
bury my toes in the cold trickling sand
the sweeping sensation of frothy waves
emerald green and soothing movement
soft popping froth drinking around my ankles
close my eyes, touch the wind
taste the salt and the shiver
what if I became a statue
as the water refuse to recede
and my veins are carved of rock,
if I became a statue
and the earth devoured me to the knees
what expression would play my face,
what would my thoughts be
on the day I decided to refuse to be

what would they name me?
what would the remember of me?
*forgotten
just an intriguing concept
Eriko Mar 2016
soft, kissing rain and grey clouds*
trail a finger down the cold
*marble statue of Athena
wisdom
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