There always was a face
under this mask--
living skin, stifled
under the thick, white layers
immobilized by:
fear
the expectations/exhortations/excoriations
Logic found at the bottom of
empty wine bottles,
the dregs and sludge of sediment.
Hairline cracks, deepening,
flaking, peeling,
tiny pieces, larger chunks,
the slow work of years
until
my fingers ripping, prying, tearing
a sudden rending of it all.
I raise my naked face to the sun,
feel the wind on my cheek.
Take one, long, full breath.
Hello. It's good to be.
Oct 11, 2016
Oct 11, 2016 at 12:37 AM UTC
There always was a face
under this mask--
living skin, stifled
under the thick, white layers
immobilized by:
fear
the expectations/exhortations/excoriations
Logic found at the bottom of
empty wine bottles,
the dregs and sludge of sediment.
Hairline cracks, deepening,
flaking, peeling,
tiny pieces, larger chunks,
the slow work of years
until
my fingers ripping, prying, tearing
a sudden rending of it all.
I raise my naked face to the sun,
feel the wind on my cheek.
Take one, long, full breath.
Hello. It's good to be.
In honor of National Coming Out Day
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