exposed, I once again compose this weak flesh
into something unreadable.
Hammering smooth the offending lines
the new patches held in place by hot rivets
as I work on my iron mask.
The thickness of my skin, eyes down,
mouth set just so...
hoodwinking and confident of the disguise
feeling somewhat kopasetic.
© Rebekka Sanchez 2015
I animated this image it's not my artwork.