Author: Chelsea Yates
Starburst, something inside me shatters
As I don the mask, flecks of blood and skin
Suck me dry, roulette spinning, heart changed
Who am I? This plastic face with no self.
Mirror, take this bloody pulp throbbing in a dead chest
Every color I take on fades to static glass.
Wrench the hues where black and white are the only things in my eyes
Flash, again gone, who will I ever be? Prolonged memories.
And then faces sink, part of me with them, indefinitely.