Blogging Poetry

Vanish, No Trace

Our given skins.

Skin-suit since birth.
Sinew-stitched. Snug.
For what it’s worth…
smothering hug.

Pattern of old,
skin-cloth clippings.
Inspired, bold, this
ancestral thing.

“For your own Good!”
Protective Sheath.
“This Mask of Love!”
You die Beneath.

A life inside
another’s Face.
A lie inside.
Vanish, No Trace.

It’s not your Skin.
Ancestry-bound.
You are within.
Will you be found?


© CGT, 2017.

We spend too much time wearing masks. Some we choose, but more are provided (free of charge) by our culture. It’s unbearable at times.

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