Shall tear Off My Mask?
That depends…will you like the man underneath?
Do you prefer the caterpillar that treks the earth inch by inch,
or the butterfly that soars through life until the wings fall off?
Can you choose between a date with the Elephant Man and Ted Bundy?
Do you find comfort in the arms of Gaia, Zeus, or Neptune?
Is it easier to piece together a shattered mirror
or find lines on the skin of a newborn?
What is the mask made of, Kevlar or paper?
How many holes can you count
after Janus repeatedly unleashes his wrath from the barrel of a shotgun?
How much does the blood pour through the perforations?
Like the last drop of a shut-off spout or does the plasma seep through the cracks of a broken dam?
Or is it made out of glass,
appearing sturdy on the outside, but shattering upon impact,
destroying the illusion of inner-strength,
and creating collateral damaging to those who are dear?
So tell me, shall I tear off my mask?
About the Creator
Kourtney Risher
I'm a poet and an aspiring novelist from El Dorado, AR.
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