26.11.23


Who the fuck you
                 he rippedtore the mask from his facethe adhesive gobbled select piecesgobs strips he held it nose to his nose stared  into its empty sockets


No tongue huh

he grippedcrushed it in his fistcollapsing from behind its lack of skull
                                                                        its featuresslack  went indistinguishable
a sadisticlaugh curled out of his throat

he heard it
          heard a maniacal cackle he didnt know he possessed

Who the fuck you

   fair question

he slammedslapped it to his thigh like sodden snakeshed
                                                            bits of flesh redblood freckledspeckled the bathroom linoleum
spattered the mirror he saw his reflection in                                                                                         

   a reflection he didnt recognise

mask he wore

for how longNOT LONG
                         had it been long he wouldnt have been able to strip it off
it would have adhered
altered
him

   inalterably  irretrievably


fooling himself
                no telling where his lies could take him


Who the fuck you

2248,  Sunday,  26  11. 23

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