An empty, empty nesterOnce boisterous Now unbecoming Misty glass distorts Ever darker circles beneath eyes bloodshot Streaks of gray run a muck through hair dark as oil Stereocilia vibrate craning to hear Sounds of ghosts once sprinting about Haunting A shell of a woman Images burn behind closed sunken eyes The mask hides. Underneath, her skin pricks Blood runs hot Muscles tense, so stiff corners of her mouth refuse to turn To remove the mask means surrendering.
Another epic round of poems!
Really enjoying this theme!
Oh man, "Something's Dead" was such an unexpected delight! Love these poems!
Loving Round 2 and all the fun submissions!! Loved your rhymes Sledge!
Ooh Megan’s was just “off” enough. So good. Love the issue, as usual! ❤️
I love how each poem offered something so different on masking/being masked.