❛ a mask ? ❜ soul a vertiginous , unkept bloom , green leaves plastered to cold ivory and the black soil from him , us , we covered dried blood and rust . wriggling things ‘neath dunes and artificial dance to the tune of winds that blew ebony locks from front -- delicate front . care only for haunting / only for living , care not for breath nor places to call home or a bigger picture dressed in blacks and whites but no pretty in betweens . you and i are : destined , i think . i have hidden myself for so long a fellow faux - visage is a welcoming sight . ❛ we aren’t on a stage . ❜ @mascraless