Poetic Interlude CXXII

I am stripped of pretension;

No longer codified, calcified,

By who I am or was – might have been, might be,

Those notions slipping off shoulders

In a gleaming pile.

You meet your mirror in artifice, craft yourself for the day,

The same one you’ve worn for years, ill-fitting – it never suited you.

-I have never been fooled

-I am not taken in by it

-I do not like your lies

You paint yourself in softest light, and smile, satisfied.

I am here, watching.

Behind that porcelain brow, can you feel my breath?Do you still see me flicker on the screen,

A black-and-white memory?

I have no shame.It is no use to me, and I am not afraid.

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