Ego for an Avatar

 

Past aside.

Vernal procession

still a horizon away.

Mouth full of questions

where used to be

curses

like shattered glass.

Polarity opposing.

Pupils dilated

to let in this

black and purple sky.

Firmament

covered in bruises,

inflicting the desire

to trade an ego

for an avatar.

Hands reach up

to feel

facial features

worn

like a masquerade.

Peel at the seam

and reveal a smile.

Eyes that can see,

full of tears

for the first time

in a while.

 

 

DJR – 2022

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