May 9, 2009


In volumes of masks
her face lies swathed
as she wraps her nudity
hurriedly, in shame,
before it brushes a crimson cheek

Pretenses enliven
her ashen cheeks
like earthworms, a garden
nibbling voraciously
before the fall,

Staging a parody
to mock her viewers,
her expertise soaring
in theatrical tactics
of shallow mimicry,

As the hollowness
of her inner self
she fills with a fa├žade
amidst a dying applause.

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