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PreciousBeneath the porcelain exterior
Of your current mask
Crouches your reality
Its venom meant to sting and paralyze
Drips in silent drops
And the sharpened claws
Designed to tear deep into their victims
Clatter ever so slightly beneath your china fingers
So eloquently made
Pristine nails tap against perfect lips
Which issue a melodious voice telling exactly what you want to hear
I went along with that pastel voice
For so long
One day I saw a crack in that perfect porcelain
And saw beneath the surface
A glimpse of your hidden interior
I puzzled over this blemish
And strangely the next day it was no longer there
The spot replaced with a shiny patch of new plaster
Life went on
Your friends continued to flutter around you
I hold my distance
Hesitant of the new knowledge
Then another fault line snaked its way across
This new ravine offering another horrifying glimpse of its inhabitant
You can't keep patching your shell forever
It's only time till it cracks away completely
SchoolGreat minds may think alike
But here it is not so
We have been reduced to
A group of mindless drones
We sit in little chairs
All lined in perfect rows
Our ears soak up the facts
That leak out of our toes
The Parlour IncidentOne day in July, I believe it was, I found myself sitting with several acquaintances in Christopher's parlour. It was one of those deliciously lazy afternoons which only the summer in her full glory can bring. The room had a wan, listless light to it, relaxing the other guests and myself as we languidly chatted over tea and crumpets. The air was also sluggishly heavy, dulling the senses to a slowly-blended calm engendered by the heat of St. Othniel's southerly climate.
At length, after much stimulating conversation, Christopher stood, producing a book of sheet music.
"What do you all say to a bit of music?" he asked.
"Certainly," I answered.
"Oh yes, please do darling!" Tabitha exclaimed, "he's quite the maestro."
Christopher laughed, shaking his head.
"Now, now love, I'd not go that far."
He strode over to the piano as the other guests urged him on. Ida entered the room bearing a merrily steaming teapot and more crumpets.
"More tea sirs?" she inquired, shooting sideways glances at her
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