When the mask slips

You creep … slowly forwards,
Just for a moment
Dallying the flag of temptation
Just for a minute,
A glimpse.
Small threads of flirtation
Shimmering through hems
Golden thread straining
Through the guise of satire

Just for a fleeting moment

Then all at once you are gone
A rapid withdrawal
of heady conversation
The blank wall rising
Empty space
Just hanging
Whispers of nothingness,
Scarcely an echo
of you remains.

A limp mask adorning the shell
Of who you are
And who you could be.


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