I felt myself

drifting
flying
soaring

All eyes on me,
my mask adhered,
my smile plastered,
on plastic face.
What’s this feeling?

drifting’
flying
soaring

a bit too high.
Love is masked too
with plastic friends.
I’m an object.
realization:

drifting
falling
dropping

down

down

down…

Darkness is all.
Quiet is now.
ripped off my mask,
smile came unglued,
tears came plunging

down

down

down…

Shadows arise,
attack the weak.
Cuts now appear.
Imaginary foes
tear it all up:

burning
flaring
blazing

Watched it unfurl,
she was a girl,
she played with fire,
took her desire,
threw it aside,
felt her heart die,
she was fading,
and was nothing.