"guise"
- and the moon speaks again
- Jun 26, 2021
- 1 min read
The shattered perfume bottle
lies on the wooden floor
and the vase has been cracked
with dishes scattered around the dying flowers;
a programming center
and a guise of femininity
that hides the one
who simply cannot figure out how to
be,
who hides the confusion
under painted lips
and who uses the potion from the broken bottle
to spell them into thinking
she understands.
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