Entwining fiction and reality
Every day is a masquerade
A tempting game of hide and seek
A shielding veil of every shade
Entwining fiction and reality
The feeling of rich velvet smoothing out the rough terrain
Shallow graves and creases gone without a pain
But yes that white shirt collar is left with a foundation stain
A sandstorm of ash like powder settling on a pale
face
Our blood stopped flowing years ago
There’s a cure though
A puff of pink and there you go
Paint on the eyes to hide the years of showering tears
A thick dark coat of black
A blind fold from reality staring back at her in the mirror
The truth strikes an attack
It’s a search for happiness at the beauty counter but it’s never found
The cycle simply goes round and round and round
Entwining
fiction and realityby Maria Fustic
Words In Motion 2014
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