When I take off my mask

Letting my costume slide

And drop onto the floor

When I stand naked

And waiting in front of you

Do you see the ghosts

Standing at my shoulders?

They walk alongside me

In a ghoulish pantomime

As if we were simply friends

Strolling through the park

On an unseasonably warm

And bright autumn day

What gives it all away

If you listen closely

Is the ever so subtle sound

Of ragged heavy breathing

As they suck the life out of me

Before I make it to the bed

Before you can embrace me

My heart has been lifted

Straight out of my chest

It hangs suspended over us

Watching our acts of passion

With detached reservation

— B.


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