Masques

About five feathers
Are growing out of her eyebrow
Many more out of her cheekbones
And lashes
The mixture of dark, exotic brown
And dull, toned greens
Give her the look of royalty

As she turns her head
The feathers fall
And now masking tape
Covers her face
In an attempt
Perhaps
To shield or fix

Nothing about her glass eyes
Give her feelings away
But as she blinks
The image changes
And out of her lips
Protrudes a tongue
Black and long
Pink and short
Can't tell beyond the glassy gaze

She stares out of a mask
That highlights her flaws
Yet draws no attention
To her heart
For behind the feathers
The masking tape
Is a face full of dreams
And lies someone told her
So the feathers remain
And the tape (or the glue)
Masks her features
Harshly

This was actually a very early attempt (like years ago) that I
can't stand for some reason. It bothers me. There are pieces missing.
Or something. I don't know.

--MovingGirl