To be Consumed Before Yesterday

Poem:

I never imagined that
tenderness could be so violent.
Delicately imposing
and so unrecognizable
in its egocentric mask-face.
But, as always,
you were there to show me
the empty stage behind the curtains.

My comment on my poem.

This brief poem feels like a visceral encounter with vulnerability—where love, once subdued…

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