Zywa
Masking
Cleaners are haunting
my house, bossy
they do all the talking
take me off my hands
and tell stories
that I am ashamed of
I lie helplessly crying
in your lap, in the shadow
of my fear of losing myself
more and more to them
I couldn't live without them
but my sake is suffering
from the occupation
of my head by the stage
mask of my face
that the cleaners wear
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