These are the things
constantly eating at me.
Some things
are better left unseen.
Don’t want to go too far.
Don’t want to look too closely.
All our abattoir,
dressed as resplendent
as the night.
Dolling up my faults,
so that they may appease you.
Cutting up my face,
keeping the air of youth,
but it’s just
old skin
stretched over old bones.
My dear,
I’m hiding much worse inside.
Struggle as we want
to become;
statuesque,
immortal.
It’s just
another little thing.
Vanity,
eating at me.
One day I’ll be gone,
and all of this
barrier will come down.
Everything I’ve
been keeping in
is gonna come
spilling out.
I hope you’re ready for this.
HG – 2020
