The Night Mask

I squeeze my skin
out of its shame
To paint my
reverent mask with pain
It cries with me
with those hollow eyes
Laughs in colours
of the distant stars
For it is tantalised
so much by the crystal night
That it makes
the dark its rustic shield

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