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100 Words – Masks

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The death mask hangs in a basement corridor next to the mask of the man who ordered his death. The young man stands and stares at the contrast. The face of knowledge and the face of power. He sees what he came to see, but didn’t find what he was looking for.

There are no answers in the past, only lessons. Everything is open to interpretation. The winners write history. The rebels, their graffiti. The politicians decide what is truth and the peasants labor to make it real.

Two masks hang on a wall. A young man stares, understanding nothing.

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Tags: | Comments (0) | Author: Tom | Published: July 28, 2018

The Ball

The phoenix came to the party dressed as a peacock.

The eyes on his borrowed feathers saw the truth of us all.

Masks and costumes, beer and wine, fear and ecstasy.

Lonely creatures stalking willing prey.

Hungry freaks tasting flesh previously forbidden.

A mass illusion held together by tawdry string.

At midnight the phoenix shed his false eyes.

He toasted our mutual folly and burst into flames.

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