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I know a man who owns a mask.masks

It’s made of steel and covers his face.

He wears it often;

To hide his smile,

And his eyes.

But sometimes the mask is down;

When he is unawares.

But in those times

I see beneath.

I see flesh.

I see a smile,

And his eyes.

Do I like what I see?

Sometimes.

Only…

Once…

Just once…

The flesh slipped.

And I realised;

The flesh was not flesh,

But another mask.

Underneath there was another layer.

It was made of lead;

The fatal kind.

So,

Do I like what I see?

I don’t know.

In all these years,

I have never seen his face.

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For Trifecta. The word this week is MASK.

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17 comments on “Hidden

  1. jannatwrites says:

    This is strange, and interesting. Makes me think of the nesting dolls where you keep opening them to find another doll inside. Seems like you could do that forever…

  2. KymmInBarcelona says:

    How terrible, in all those years to have never seen the true face.
    ‘the flesh slipped’ *shiver*

  3. Draug419 says:

    This is great!

  4. Scriptor Obscura says:

    Phantom of the Opera, eh? Reminded me of Phantom of the Opera. Creepy stuff.

  5. Creepy. I like the make beneath the mask.

  6. Ye Pirate says:

    Strange,worrying! Lead….

  7. atrm61 says:

    Oh!This was terrific Sandra!Loved the idea of a mask beneath a mask-we have met many such people in our lives,no?Frightening,to say the least!

  8. Lumdog says:

    Wow, this is creepy and sad. Very compelling opener to an interesting story. Please write more.

  9. This is really interesting. Maybe we never see the actual real person as we all have different masks we wear in different settings. Hmm. Thanks for linking up!

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