Survival
I have a disguise
It keeps me safe from lesions
They look at my mask
The mask is gilded
Few will ask what's underneath
They look at my shoes
My shoes they are plain
Noone knows where I have walked
They look at my eyes
My eyes they look back
Opaque, smeared and inconstant
They ask me to speak
I open my mouth
And impart all my wisdom
They nod and depart
I drop my disguise
Sigh and collapse with relief
Tomorrow can wait
Copyright © Kylie Evans | Year Posted 2023
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