Torn (Furious Dancer)

She dances furiously through realities
Applying new shades of truth to her lips
She digs her fingers into her forehead
Slowly peels away her masks
Only to sew new ones on
And throw the old in the trash
Forever tearing and ripping herself apart
Amputating her ugliest parts
She's losing her breath
Speaking unidentical truths
That lie on the back ridges of her tongue
She longs for the day
Her realities can be
Woven into one
That the seams will vanish
And her identities will melt into one
She closes her eyes
Many mirrors she hides
Within
And when she turns, she sees strangers
The reflections berate her
Criticize and judge her
This masquerade
Has left her covered in stitches and scars
All the pain on her self-portraits
Begin to bleed
And in the empty easel
She finds