rissy stories

Another free verse, sensual, emblem poem.

The Masquerade Poem (here’s a link that shows you the butterfly that this poem is supposed to look like).

Disclaimer: The description of the mask within this poem does not correlate with the picture above. (It was the closest match that I could find).

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Do you know her?

Do you know her costume?

Have you seen her?

She’s masked in black and magenta

With a suspicious agenda.

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She has the air of a pretentious, pink butterfly,

Fluttering freely around the dance hall,

With blue eyes blinking very innocent and wide.

This guise perfectly hides her lies.

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Black lace shrouds this fuchsia face.

A blob of charcoal beads glued to the side,

Surrounded by butterfly wings to belie.

Connected dark drops travel down the mask,

As though they are really begging for the feat of release.

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But they tether in the tangles of tresses.

Long, honey hair strangles those strands,

Assuring they cease to escape again.

This is how the mask covers her anger within.

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Would you believe she could ever deceive?

No, five years of friendship made a fool of me.

Mistakenly crossing her brought out the worst.

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She pulled off her pretty mask,

Tore my dignity to shreds,

And never looked back.

To trust her was a mistake,

A lie she did make,

Her best friend did she forsake.

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The mask is a complexion of deception.

Under that brightly colored cloth and lace,

Reveals a disgraceful face.

Transformation from butterfly to black widow,

She poisons her victim painfully slow,

Keeps the crime unknown,

And leaves her mark all alone.

I really loathe the hidden murderer in her.

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This mean masquerade has gone on for too long,

Her true self is hidden very strong…

And I now know that you have not seen the girl who I am after,

I guess that means I’m the only one who can actually unmask her.