MasqueradeA Poem by Cassidy Mask
I stand in the corner In the shadow I watch From behind my Mask I watch the slowly Dancing figures As they spin Dizzyingly Past. Each wears a Mask Each hides a Face. My breath warms The inside of the Flexible plastic Making it difficult to Breath. My skin prickles I long to tear The Mask from My Face But I dare not. I hold the wall For support. My Mask Seems to weigh Several tonnes The weight Of my Deceit pulling Me down. I take steadying Breaths To stable myself. A Masked Face Appears at my Side Dark eyes visible Through oval holes In his Pretence. The only ounce Of truth Perceptible Through his otherwise Over the top Façade I smile blankly Indifferent To his presence But he holds A hand out toward me He wants to dance. Trying to appear Composed I take his hand Allowing myself to be Steered onto the Dance floor His hand rests Lightly on my waist Guiding me Through the steps. But as we twirl Across the far side Of the floor He leans into me His lips brushing My Ear As he Whispers ‘I see you’ I stiffen Longing for the Empty shadows of My dark corner But I cannot Escape him So I whisper Back. My words Curling across His clean-shaven Cheek ‘And this is remarkable-‘ He cuts Across me ‘Because, you are an excellent deceiver’ I stare at His black eyes Trying desperately To see past The carefully Constructed Disguise. For a moment Something seems to Shift Giving me a glimpse Of a man Lying broken In a bottomless Pit But then the Mask Shifts back again Blank As every other That whips Past us as we Dance in circles. Suddenly I cannot Breath again And I break away From him Stumbling Every empty Face turns to me Turns on me As cold And uncaring As the marble Floor And bare stone Pillars of the hall. I back away Fear crawling up my Throat He is watching me Begging me Not to turn them Against myself Begging me to use My Mask. But the heat is building Behind it The Lies burning my Skin like corrosives And my fingers Reach for it I hold the smooth White plastic In my hands And tug My Fake Face Comes away Leaving the exposed Burning red Of Human flesh. A cold Silence fills The hall I stare at Him Begging him To help But he turns Away Merging with the False Faces Of the watching Crowd. Real human tears Fall down My Cheeks This is what It is to Be yourself In a world where Lies and Deceit Mould the very Fabrics Of society I turn to run Pushing My way through The jeering faces And clawing hands Falling Through the door To the steps Outside Where I lay Feeling my heart Shatter In the resounding Silence
Some time Later When the moon Had faded into The deep Velvet blackness Of inescapable Night I left those Steps Turning my Back on the Sharp light And Treachery Of Life. The Masquerade.
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Added on August 24, 2008Last Updated on September 10, 2008 AuthorCassidy MaskSingaporeAboutI'm at art college in Singapore. "...I never heard them laugh. They had, Instead, this tic of scratching quotes in air - like frightened mimes inside their box of style, that first class carriag.. more..Writing
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