Into The Unforgotten Side
by Nicoletta A. Poulakida
This mask I wore
Will be laughed at, will be mourned
In the gasp of solitary orgasms.
Through the opiate mirror
Of my fantasy
Make me see what I miss
In my laughter and my mourning.
On the anniversary of odd goodbyes
Replacing
Whips and stag movies with embarrassment
You returned the tool of anonymity
To me,
How deservingly
You remind
What
Impersonating a whore
Could be.
This mask
Fingers
Its mouth
The only mouth
That never said
Anything
And
Never will.
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She Had A Shower
Before Work
by Dean Pasch
She woke up green
With red dyed hair
And a lace edged mask
Nestling her backside
In darkness she sat
Legs splayed
Straddling black emptiness
Her back to the audience
They wondered why
Wondered why her skin was green
Wondered about the mask
Wondered when she would turn around
What the red haired green woman
Would look like
And what she would do
Turn around! Turn around! Turn
Around!
They would shout
And she woke up
Sweating and sticky
Wet and aroused
Wondering about her dream
Wondering about the mask
Nestling her backside
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