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Wearing Your Skin
Not labeled a saint
or even apprentice
with bags under my eyes
wearing your skin
covered with scars
with a dab of Maybelline
and a double chin
with talcum taking a powder
as an apostle of twilight
tasting the sweetness
of twilight's entrails
as my mind plays catch up
just a toad's wart
in Hambone Alley
neat the moon's Psoriasis
chasing fur balls
promoting my conscience
to be your enigma
with bags under my eyes
wearing your skin
with talcum taking a powder
and screams get louder
welcoming you to my chowder
on our swinging glider
or even apprentice
with bags under my eyes
wearing your skin
covered with scars
with a dab of Maybelline
and a double chin
with talcum taking a powder
as an apostle of twilight
tasting the sweetness
of twilight's entrails
as my mind plays catch up
just a toad's wart
in Hambone Alley
neat the moon's Psoriasis
chasing fur balls
promoting my conscience
to be your enigma
with bags under my eyes
wearing your skin
with talcum taking a powder
and screams get louder
welcoming you to my chowder
on our swinging glider
Published 25th Oct 2022
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25th Oct 2022 4:34pm
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27th Oct 2022 3:41pm
Oh I love it! "bags under my eyes wearing your skin"
Of course the imagery is perfect in a more literal sense because I love the horror.
But then it's also a great metaphor for the masks people wear...
And how those can become so tiring when you try to be something else based on other's expectations.
We all have scars and they affect us in many way, but it seems we all apply make-up and try to hide them.
And the expression of this madness flows so well in your words...
Tasting the sweetness of the mask, but not the bitter of the pain and suffering behind it.
Chasing fur balls... that match what we are 'supposed' to be. To be your enigma, and mine too.
But the screams in the mind only get louder...
Of course the imagery is perfect in a more literal sense because I love the horror.
But then it's also a great metaphor for the masks people wear...
And how those can become so tiring when you try to be something else based on other's expectations.
We all have scars and they affect us in many way, but it seems we all apply make-up and try to hide them.
And the expression of this madness flows so well in your words...
Tasting the sweetness of the mask, but not the bitter of the pain and suffering behind it.
Chasing fur balls... that match what we are 'supposed' to be. To be your enigma, and mine too.
But the screams in the mind only get louder...
27th Oct 2022 3:47pm
