The Delicacy of the Mask


Thoughts as thick as caramel dripping from sugar stained lips.

Cascading down a path of ice cream doubts. Hesitation-

Impeading a great avalanche of expression.

See her gossamer thread surround her physique,

Enveloped in a coat of many-colored cotton.

Jawbreakers cannot bruise her within the cloth she has weaved, 

Underneath the world is dense, unlike the disjointed glaze of the outside.

She is a foreign object, influenced by the culture of the country.

If you look close enough, past the cage of stone and wood you might find her.

Witholding, waiting, wandering. 


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