Clay

I wear a mask at all times.
It’s stiff,
And rigid.
I see through a keyhole,
And send waves out a single slit.

You talk back to the mask,
Either unaware,
Or naïve,
Eating your own apples and honey.

This mask is not mine,
But it keeps me safe.
It hides something,
I’m not exactly sure what,

So continue to talk,
And continue to be unaware,
I’ll just be behind here,
With this mask I choose to bear.


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