Killing The Host

July 25, 2024

All artists are frauds

most deservedly so

Escaping themselves

into something unknown

Their costumes transform

always trying to hide

The truth of their natures

— left dying inside

(The New Room: July, 2024)

Something wrong with this poem?

Replies are closed for this poem.

See what makes your poem unique — its voice, energy, themes, and the literary traditions it draws from.

Comments (0)

No comments yet. Be the first to share your thoughts.