i am a secret deep well.
my friends are bucket-bearers without
the courtesy of understanding--
(i am a sad story my friends
have the privilege of looking
away from.
they always turn their heads
when it gets to the good part)
--they plunge their hands deep
inside me and coax out
the brackish dark blue
and recoil before they reach
the gold.
i wish i knew nothing for then
i would not hurt.
i wish
my wishes
came true--
i am choking on coins--
i wish i could turn to ice
all the way through instead of
just on the surface.
my friends carve fishing holes in me
and leave when i take
the bait.
i am a mask
wearing a mask wearing
a mask
wearing a mask.
i do not know my own true face.
(i fear if i were to cast off my
façades i would find
nothing hidden underneath)
i am full of discards. i am full of dreams.
i spend every waking moment
wishing i were still asleep.
i know my friends do not like me
because the murky water that
i am
always shows them
their own reflection--
they do not want to believe
that i am not
the only broken one.
when i emerge
from the well of
my body
i am
an unsightly monster,
dug out of the aquifer,
reaching with clawed
hand to anything
in my grasp--
(you, you, you,)
--and nothing reaches back.
so I reach inside instead.
About the Creator
Kendall C
queer / witch / film student / amateur of all things
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