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The Mask

Behind the mask
she sheds the tears
and feels the racing of her heart
because of his explosions
yet again
bellowing from deep within
because of the dollar bill
that he claims he has not enough
when he makes more than they did together

So she wears the mask
and silently bears the blows that never show
and holds on until 2022
hoping to be alive to live anew
and one day he loves her and says she is great
and the next he is yelling because of the dinner she made
and goes on about a shirt he never wants to wear
anything, everything, always to jab and destroy

her soul

and no one can hear the cries that come

from deep within

because she wears the mask


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