Not sure how a tiny little mask is to keep her safe From contagious people throughout the day That still make her sick, inflict emotional pain By the stares and everything that they say
My mirror is observant Always seeing what I don’t My mirror is curious Begging for another glimpse My mirror shows no facades or masks alike My mirror is more honest than a watery reflection
Watching your soul hang on a clothes line Drenched in an end Lays there sloppy and soaked with tears What once was strong, sags Colorless fluids of life water the dirt below Seeds into weeds