Our Death Mask

by amanda   Sep 5, 2011


She laughs
at me
knowing what
she is about to
do will
break me.

Her wicked
smile shines
as she snaps
for the last
time.

She reaches up
and shows the
wounds on
her wrists.

The blood falls
on her white
dress
staining her
glowing purity
scarlet.

I watch as
she puts on her
Death Mask.

I snap with a
crack that
resounds in the
darkness.

Maybe I should
try my mask
on too?

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  • 12 years ago

    by BlueJay

    This has a lot of hidden symbolism, to me at least. I think you have done a great job. There is some excellent imagery and a nice simple flow. YOur choice of words is great. You have done a fantastic job with the emotion in this piece. Though I am sorry that you feel or felt this way.

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