for the one who may know what happened

by Star   May 8, 2021


you probably don't remember
the confession I made,
or how I had a one way
conversation with the night
when I just couldn't listen
to what she had to say.

so it haunts me, with a mask
that looks like your face,
with no figure, no silhouette.
just your face and no matter
how many times it appears
that look never fades away.

so I had a conversation with
the night, and she could not
listen to me. she painted over
my face so many times, until
the paint became a new layer
to my skin.

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  • 4 months ago

    by Em

    I have no words for this but I can totally relate. The emotions, you can feel them, a lot x

    • 4 months ago

      by Star

      Thanks Em :)

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