Challenge
Challenge of the Week CCVI
You've found yourself standing at the gates of Hell, and you're given a typewriter and one page waiting in it. You have one short poem to either keep you out, or shove you in.
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identity
the ink may be smeared,
apologies.
but to whoever it may concern:
please let me in.
i've been hiding
too long
keeping my
heart
black
wrapped
in thorns
hidden away
under vibrant
lace curtains
i'm so
fake
i need to
be with
others like
me
shed these
layers
of fake smiles
and platisicine words
please
let me be
myself