I see a congenial, smiling face and then the mask drops. A monster emerges. No. It’s not Halloween. I must be dreaming. The behaviour is different, but voices are familiar. Could it be….?
Again, the mask drops. I see creatures drowning in a sea of fear. They fold hands, they pray and then exercise extra caution in life’s smallest acts. It is a fear of the unknown, the unfamiliar.
Which face is scarier? The one which goes or stays? Which face is real? What I see or feel?
masks are illusions
they go, but real hits hard
Halloween to stay..