I.
I danced a prettiness around him.
I did it on purpose to show like and give.
I spiraled out—
That’s my fault—
For the moments I dizzied, spun, and fell down—
Showing off for very little in return.

II.
Embarrassment wears assumption—
Like a laced-up lullaby.
Corset choked by blooming bosom—
Fingertips recede back to pale beginnings.
I was seen for a moment, and it overwhelmed even me—
How stunningly vibrant light and dark respite I can be.
Erode me quickly.
I want—‘Who was she?’
And less this feeling of broken intimacy.

III.
Purpling skin from the wall I hit.
Damn—
Lost a good one again.
Can’t seem to appeal to them.
Only the dark angels with their slick shadows—
Want an investment in my pain.
I give in again.

IV.
Masks off—
Every excuse not to wear them.
But perhaps the mask is what makes things tolerable—
For you and I to exist.
A piece of fabric and glitter—
Misdirection.

V.
God,
What plan have You for me?
Because that wasn’t it.
That was a point of interest resolving very quickly—
Smoke and mirrors, blending weariness.

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