MASK

You

rise to a beautiful day

Healed,

tears put away

A
lyric, a smell, a taste

Awakens
the gaping hole inside

and
then

The
turbulent river begins to roar

and
then

The
weeping wound is ripped raw

Exposing
the bloody scab, an ugly unrelenting scar

Rum,
Whiskey, Wine

Spirit
juice for the grief

better
or worse

Morphine,
Valium, Vicodin

Spirit
poppers, happy yet dead inside

better
or worse

Cocaine,
Heroin, Meth

Vein
juice, ecstasy travel to the dead world

and
then

better
or worse

Worse
when they say –

Time
heals all wounds

My
juice helps me remember, makes me not feel, keeps her alive

Silently
screaming inside

Mask
on

I
rise to another beautiful day

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