Ditch the Mask Already, Will Ya?
Ditch the Mask Already, Will Ya?
My fingers slowly trace the outline of my face in the reflection of the tarnished mirror.
I notice each delicate curve, feature and the way my eyes look hollow. Deadness. I tighten my brows and look deeper, thinking just maybe I’d see something worth salvaging in my matted soul. Dear God, please. I close my eyes gently and take a deep breath. The exhale feels good and for a split second I feel a sense of hope. Then the memories return.
I’m nothing but a ragamuffin.
