Mask

I used to be able
to spot her
in a crowd,
her face a
beacon — different
from all the rest —
unique among the throng
of automatons
and posers.

I search the crowds still,
but she does not
stand out,
no longer open
to me, or anyone.
Her mask
is restored.

 .

This is in response to Margo’s image prompt, and a unique
photo it is. I cannot quite get this to do what I want it to, still
feels a bit overdone, not the unique take on the them I wanted.
The preponderance of ‘o’, however, is intentional.

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4 Comments

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4 responses to “Mask

  1. What were you trying to do?
    Last lines you might try:

    to me, or anyone,
    her mask
    restored.

  2. Nice work.
    I like Margo’s suggestion for the ending.

Some of what I write is true, some is fiction; most is merely possibility.

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