A/N: For the Halloween Daily Prompt Challenge, day 1 and medium level with prompts: mask, Havoc and trip.
Oversheen
Poem 1: Smoke Mask
1.
Smoke's a scratchy thing.
Claws my lungs,
my throat –
my tongue
And leaves claw-marks all about
over my pretty-face
More than a razor-blade
ever could, scraping away hair
that bends and tries to hide behind…
At least the smoke's got an illusion
going
for a time.
Breathe it in
and the tiny scratches on the world
have gone under.
It's not as though I like these scars
after all.
2.
You may as well drop that mask.
Smoke's not good enough anymore
to hide those scars
you've scratched upon your ugly face.
Did you think it would
be enough?
Fool.
Life's not that easy,
and you'd think the army'd have taught
you that well enough
But the scent of flowers clog your nose
and that smoke of yours your eyes
and you're tumbling again
heads over heels for some marble
to scratch you up again
And you know.
Deep down you know
but you can't be bothered to care
'cause you've still got your mask
to hide it all.
Go keep on poisoning your lungs then.
That's one thing you can still do
trapped in bed.
'cause you're not going to let go, are you?
Of that mask
Because you don't want to show
me those scars
But you might as well, you know,
because I've seen them already –
those scars you think you're hiding
But the smoke's too thin now
you know.
3.
You've stolen a peek, haven't you
behind this mask.
Breathed in the smoke too;
do you feel that dizziness
clinging to you?
Probably do, or maybe
the smoke's in your eyes too
like in mine.
There's no other reason for you to look at me:
you're not here,
you're not mine
and either this little cigarette of mine
or that gun of yours
will leave a little hole in my head..
That'll probably hurt more
than these little scratches
I entertain
But you know little things add up,
and I'll fall apart either way
If the mask falls off.
Shame you're not a kind woman
but that's how I can love you enough
to stay away.