A Mask

A Mask

It watches the world through
A mask, covers its face
Entirely.  Either too much, or
Enough of life will kill one.

The blank monitor, It gazes
At a motionless glass,
Framed behind Its steel
Lifeless, faces it has acquired.
Means nothing tonight.

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He winces, with
Shivers covering the spine, producing
The audible pops of a pain;
Seldom known as grief.

As It shifts Its gaze upon him.

She tries to call from within
The air is thin and the lungs she has known,
Burning, as a forest is wont to do,
But she knows life will end.

She allowed It
Inside, within, without,
She had no choice.
It assumed a role;
The parent consuming the child.

She can’t restrain.

The cries die within the being.
Of nothing, nothing is created.
The flicker dies within the eyes
As It stares back toward the screen.