A City Lay in Ruins

Cold Hearted Reflection

Trust me,

I don’t insist on seeing who you really are.

I prefer your heated masks of deception so much more.

Does anyone really want your motive for doing it?

*** No! So just do it.

Is it wrong that I take joy in watching your defense mechanisms in action?

Yes I notice the game and I applaud your trickery.

But I don’t want to miss your parade of characters only true to deciept.

You are fluent in subject changing,

And well educated in answering questions without answering them-with eyes always searching off in the distance.

It is a majestic skill: making others feel as though you see right through them.

Oh who has hurt you so that you can’t even commit to a conversation?

Off the record, might I add.

But I am always impressed at you deflect and traffic the flow of conversation.

Switching personas like an artform untrapped by a...

A City Lay in Ruins

The faceless-ageless friends didn't find her hiding. 
Instead there was a special gift, 
the ability to hide in creases of time. 
It hung there motionless on the wall as it had minutes ago. 
But none of the minutes had gone anywhere. 
Everything seemed to stop. 
Whole worlds were silent as nothing moved, not even time.

Frozen like dead bodies, 
expressions of a moment were carved into faces. 
They were bent into even more uncomfortable positions. 
Reminding all ghosts of a city that lay in ruins, 
that they had tried to escape, that they tried to flee from the erupting volcano, 
as it stayed smothered and covered in ash. 

Time would never stop in this ruined world. 
Alone like this, she examined her new face and her new body. 
She wondered if she would ever rub past this mask. 
It...