Masque

by Christine Bayeux

Renee, please don't cry
Your soft, white skin will be stained
Lineal, black streams will race
No one will win,
But still, the stains will be
Irremovable

Max loves you so,
And you love your Self,
Il ne me veut pas bien, il me veut.
His love will remain
Unrequited

Suppress your thoughts sweet child
Drench your lashes in mascara
Be the mime you are paid to be,
Feel your body move, perplexingly
Inhale, exhale, you've come
Undone