Stone of Face

A pantomime of every fear,
Erasing memories held dear,
She cannot breathe as frozen tears,
Break the boughs and grease the gears,
Be not the past you wished would die
Nor one who hides and just denies
The truth that spurs impassioned lies,
For death will follow near.

Mute in space, a careful race
To decorate a wretched face,
As gathered in her lavish lace,
Parasitic thoughts are placed,
No smiles show through the thick veneer,
As she stands still, no one shall hear,
Though model she must oft appear,
She’s caught behind its face.