Paper thin,
Bristling raw.
Someone is waiting off the shore
Faded colors of something else
Hiding it so well.
A blurry exit sign.
It is getting dark outside.
She looks away,
Another mask falls.
It was just another day,
Tomorrow has already begun.
The only way out is in.

© Colleen Yorke. All rights reserved. 2020. 
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