Paper Dolls

Hide away yourself from unwanted belonging.

Rupture the ideas that trespass against

forward momentum of the present.

I follow secrets along the seams of distrust.

Manufactured by myself and sought after with residual clarity.

They are untrue

I am a fictitious predecessor paying homage to an articulately constructed self.

Do you drown in the image

or suffocate under the steadfast weight of impurity?

Travelled not to the serene bank of verisimilitude,

Stopping to digest the clandestine morsels of former fabrications.

A head slightly above water, sinks still in the murkiness of authenticity.

Circular, the moments spread over days.

In lives not ever having been lived,

the veneer is false and omniscient.