Five Haiku Poems: Mask to Skin (For Carrie)

Poet Rummager

unnamed (1) Illustration by Poet Rummager

I take off my mask
and touch the wounds in my soul.
Light shines through the holes.

Pain now transparent,
I see varied shades of red.
Bleeding is widespread.

Blood pools on the floor.
I slip and fall to my knees.
Forgive me, I plead.

People I’ve broken
gather around and mock me.
They have no pity.

They fuse mask to skin.
There’s no escaping my pain.
It’s now trapped within.

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1. Oh, the pain…

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