By Shadygirl fading_shade@hotmail.com
Date: 20 January 2000

Mask

I dig my nails
Into my scalp and
RIIIIIIIP
my face off.
The sound of tearing flesh,
The scent of raw muscle
Through a noseless nose
still does not nauseate me
The way  the sound of 
hope ending
did, in you voice.

Gaping eyes
Still crying, even though lacking
the expressive aid of
Eyebrows
Wet lashes
Swollen cheeks
Quivering lips
And I toss my former face
And search for the mask of friendship.