• What happened to your face?
    It’s smooth but eerily still
    Eyes stuck in a cold mask
    There’s no joy in making you smile
    Nothing to show it feels anymore
    Except the occasional tear
    That runs down a pale cheek
    I reach to wipe it away
    It doesn’t feel like skin
    Beneath my fingers it creaks
    In a way I want to feel it break
    There must be something underneath
    Still don’t understand just what you’ve done