Did you notice how it pulled tight and twisted in?
The way the flesh smoothed out
Porcelain across my cheeks
My lips pinned back
Did my intentions slip past my teeth?
How could I waste words
Mince them with fate?
When the story of my self
Sells itself across my face?
My young dead man's smile
There is little left to say
Buried light in my eyes
Dark dirt on open graves
Ivory tombstone teeth
Crooked and confident
That they have enough weight
To keep the soul buried
Keep the dead parts in place
The funeral fiction mural
The lonely smile I have come to fake
It's just the mask
I chose to wear today.