of pain and truth.

...slender fingers trailed across the uneven surface. eyes of color by birth, now hollow, pained and empty. it was time to dance, this much was known. there never was a question as to when...

its natural, this mask, so natural in fact it's no longer acknowledged. in the place of pain it was birthed and adorned. 'it's enticing, beautiful...necessary.' it's a lie. it's a fraud, a hoax. it's a cleverly woven and ornately trimmed fabrication of strength. done. finished. enough is enough. false strength and confidence abandoned, veil torn, foot fall rapid. tossed aside. in the place of truth it is shattered.

FREEDOM.

Taren MarounComment