Which face shall I wear today?
An attire indifferent?
Pleasant?
Satisfied?
Nonchalant?
A walk in closet full of a self imposed denial
After all, its a tirelessly expanding collection.
Beauty lost under layers of disappointment
Eating away delicate composure
Until exposing a rotted smelling corpse
Bare of emotion, happiness, love
See this face?
This hideous withered shell?
I was starving and asking to be fed
Holding out my hands for more
But I was struck
Beaten
You devoured the last of the ham, bread,
Drank the water until the last drops of it were trickling down your throat
While watching me starve,
With wide eyes, ashened face
Then you ask, staring into the hollows of my eyes
"Haven't I treated you well?"
But my throat is dry, raw
I answer the only way I know how and nod.
So here I am
Pondering
Wishing
Hiding
Staring into that closet of rejected truths
"Denile ain't just a river in Egypt."
So you tell me,
Which face should I wear today?
