Buried in the Masquerade

Buried in the Masquerade

A Poem by Mike Espinosa

I see your face reflected in the window,
the mask from All-Hallows-Eve.
The night we strolled unprotected,
ripping our hearts from our sleeves.
Buried in the Masquerade.

We arrived at the party
buzzing from my stash of Daniel's
So many people dancing and flailing around-
watching as your stomach reels.
The smiles around us are abundant.
The sickness growing in us is palpable.
The anger was begging to be let out,
not allowing to be silenced-
buried in the Masquerade.

Hide all your dismay.
Hide the voices in your head.
Hide the evidence of your ill faith.
Hide all your prayers for death.
Buried in the Masquerade.

© 2010 Mike Espinosa

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Added on March 5, 2010
Last Updated on March 5, 2010
Tags: halloween, party, masquerade, all-hallows-eve, daniel's, disgust, anger, masks, hiding


Mike Espinosa
Mike Espinosa

Covington, WA

- College Student at Western Washington University - Philosophy Major - English with Secondary Education Interest Major - I enjoy academic punctuation and grammar and can edit them quickly. - I am.. more..