You thought you finally found a good mask. Maybe you didn’t even think it was a mask.
Just a feeling.
But you wore it regardless.
I know this one. The mask that burns like a cloud of stars on your face.
The cloud of stars. THE STARS But you can’t wear this mask alone.
Someone has to put it on you first.
Someone you trust.
Someone you love.
At first it’s warm, welcoming.
Maybe even enjoyable.
But then they start pressing it into your flesh.
That devilish hand Presses it into your cheeks, your chin and mouth.
It didn’t hurt before.
But now it does.
And they were the ones who made it that way.
No. NO. It’s still on you.
You could’ve stopped them.
But you didn’t.
You trusted them.
TRUSTED THEM. You loved them.
LOVED THEM. You didn’t think of yourself.
They told you it’s what they wanted.
You wanted them to be happy.
To be happy You forgot yourself
And now that you remember,
You suffer YOU SUFFER. It hurts but you wear it for them.
Their embrace overpowers the heat.
Until the embrace starts warming you too.
It’s like standing in a fireplace.
The smoke of your own charred flesh filling your lungs.
They kiss you.
Kiss you. KISS YOU. And it washes the pain away.
But it’s still there when it stops. You want it again. You start obsessing over that feeling. The feeling of the fire being fought, of it being drowned.
THEY ARE TORTURING YOU But the kiss feels too good.
The flames start to feel like a blanket.
Maybe it’s not so bad
THEY WANT THIS FROM YOU. They want you to suffer so they can control you.
You’re a toy.
A TOY. And they just
Love Playing with you.
WHAT HAPPENS WHEN THEY GET BORED WITH THEIR TOY They throw it away.
And you’re stuck.
THE MASK OF TRUST AND CHARRED LOVE