• Vol. 02
  • Chapter 04
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I never leave
without them;
they make up
the fa├žade
with which I face
the world
beyond these walls.

They lend me
a mask of maturity,
a semblance of confidence,
the brightness
to bluff my way
in life.

And so, before I leave,
I carefully apply
my coat of cyclamen,
rose or poppy,
and hook in
drops or studs.

You wouldn't want
to see me
without them.