The façade I wore
melted like yellow gum drops
soured by the excessive summer heat.
It dripped down slowly into
the two outstretched palms
waiting for the slow, bubbling liquid
to move.
It would take some time
before the awareness
shock of my
sudden nudity would sink away,
allowing the next porcelain mask --
sugar-coated, candied and rhinestoned --
to surface.
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