Persona

Persona She lived her life’ wayward ways as she trusted the cover all in one jagged place dangerously designed from mascara made up dressed down frozen from illegitimate shadows Did not foresee what stretched behind sagging veiled wails mirrored complexed complexion walled from nowhere and never a curtain to fall for applauding broken shards’ charts Which could have lightened the drama yet expressed in grimace upon mediocre moth bitten twisted scowled crushed decrescendo onto silent speakers screaming inner hushed unexpressed tones It was not to be and the rouge never paled into significance while injected lips angled in motionless smiles dangled upon tucked skin where a necklace of beauty and honesty needed to Rest in peace and one unadulterated piece skin upon skin no strings attached attacked just discounted stones’ clarity twinkling in contrasts in rapid descent to lifted nipples un-nibbled alone Augmented onto booming bosoms of restless denial’s defence when straight night called and no knight in weapon-less armour arrived in her disguised and deflected thorny crowned heart When straight-spoken honesty genuine serenity embarked onto un-cherished appraisal and plain spoken truth the frank forthright blinkered chinks stretched stagnation and coffined nails in vain When the mask and the pennies had finally dropped the vizard in tatters her persona exposed the fronted façade dismantled withdrawn and stark naked she owned not a face other than none 02nd September 2016