Paper Face

Published: November 29, 2022

Tear open my riant face,

Peep what’s inside

Hollow darkness, no rage, no wild,

So much for the secrets you intended to find.

Get your blind spots off my sight,

Let show my great features and curved lines,

Too many stories, so little time

Gobble up all you can, while you’re still alive.

Fix me up, painter lord, you control my fate

You can

Erase me with your brush shaped guns

Save me with your glues, like an absolution under the sun,

Bring me back, and I shall sit in silence,

Speaking no truths, no vices

Let me exist, oh human lords

Won’t speak my mind.

Let me call inside my soul

Won’t tap on your door, your mines, or civil lines.

AVANI JAIN