out of breath

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bridging poems

 

The mask, sequined and bright,
catches the lantern’s sway,
but the shimmer is brittle,
a glitter that flakes
with every breath.   

 

Behind it,
a face not yet ready
for the silence that follows,
a face that trembles
as if the music itself
were asking too much.





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