Although she has a death mask on,
a mask has no appeal to her;
a mask may seem a shelter
but hope lies in reality.
In truth. In any simple truth;
her eyes are lusting for its beauty
‘You do feel guilty don’t you?
Because you never visit me!!’
‘I don’t know what to talk about?’
No strategies, no comfort zones;
façades have simply dropped away;
Nothing offered in the void. But me.