Black lips smudged upwards –

a charcoal grimace

formed after remnants of a broken mask

were retrieved from licking fire

it’s insides dark.


Yet for all the glue

the tape

the fixing

the hours spent healing

only a new mask rests upon your eyes

staining fair skin dark

as horns curve out

tipped with russet orange

as if dipped into the thoughts in my mind.


Still the grimace remains

as depthless eyes gaze out,

opaque in terror

and sightless in death.


One thought on “Sightless

  1. sometimes healing takes time and in the early stages, it may look like nothing has really changed or even that things have taken a turn for the worse…but time so proves us wrong. so don’t give up, hold on, and soon the beauty will come blooming….

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