Behind the glass, you keep
A record of me
You possess the many faces
I have shown you – the softness of new skin
I cannot recover
The lust of unmarred eyes
Burning brown to unveil sights
I no longer wear
You have replaced them with holes
So hollow they offend
Who gave you the right to steal
My belongings?
The candid smiles were never yours
To keep, the unscathed beauty,
The natural grace, I offered
The world, not you
And now you mock me with this mask
Of melted wax
Lumpy like a raisin,
Frigid like a tomb
And I demand you
Give it back.
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