Unmasked Instances by Lenore Collins

My love, is it a violation or mercy killing, that awaits the mundane.

Does the trap resemble an escape or just provide a means to an end?

Is it a burden to face the sun's inevitable rise?

Can we somehow share the pain in one another's downfall?

The ceremony represents an act that  is to suit the audience, never those within need.

Can we escape when all we've ever know is held within the confines of this cage?

I am visible, if only you choose to see.

Lenore Collins resides in North Carolina, where she writes poetry and fiction. Her work is dark and often horror based.