“The Pretending”
People become what they never are.
I’ll pay less attention if we call ourselves something else.
We come into absence, we’re together like disappearance.
The house is built upon air.
Our masks get that remaining skin of excuse.
A surface covers by this elastic lid.
You open a straw, it’s broken, and it’s the last straw around some first wrapper.
How do you ask from hiding in looks?
My terminal notion prints as symbols for light when irritated under vacuum.
Rainbows fade into their ends.
Visual effects transform nonsense until arrival is numb.
It’s eventually space, counted, and dangerous for beauty into ugliness.
Eyes can be opened without surgery, and, these cuts are made.
Skin reveals a missing link in reflection for burns.
Costs fly out of reach.
Dreams keep me in focus of nonexistence.
Bows and ribbons seal each smile along those wrinkles.
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