Masks

Shattered shards of faces once worn           cover the floor

Fractured faces from former       fantasies

realities

fallacies

Dust settles over ruined remains of former me’s

Empty smiles to match hollow lies

cries

false peace

‘n sympathies

Snug, form-fit, fabric face holders held underarm

Once befriended frauds, home to many a fear

sneer

a cold bitter jeer

Destroyed dwellings of tender spots weaken the will

Torture the heart, damage the soul, rupture all structure

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