mask
there is a face
behind my face--
there is a frown
behind my smile--
there is a life
beyond this hell--
there is a place
that does not wait--
the ribs that stick
beneath my shirt--
piano ribs,
play music with his
discordant
like the chaos of
breaking minds and
losing heart and
losing him and
breaking apart and
breaking apart
and--
there is a tomb
inside these words--
there is a face
behind my face--
there is a life
beyond this hell--
so do not fret for me,
my love
This poem is about:
Me