seven facets of a prism

I take these stones
from each of you
and wall myself away
where did my face go
lost in the deception
a secret from myself
the standard trope
to remove a mask
leaves one an other
another glob of paint
covers a glob of paint
smeared across canvas
stereotypes claw like rats
carving  wet flesh into
filigreed bits of bone
blood flows thick below
the ephemera of  words
choke on what you speak
wash the colors free
wash the blood away
wash the water clean
(June 26, 2013)

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