My fear confounds
the living into death walls
and remains unpeeled long after
the mask is put to rest.
Unknown faces scorch holes in memories,
thawing cells that are now fossilized for eternity.
My eyes droop, aware of body-chilling
icicles that pierce out through toe-nails.
Known masks, like paroxysm,
asphyxiate, fusing my breath into
a sulfurous void.
A leach upon my life or a stalking lover,
it gnaws at my flesh as I succumb slowly,
hoping, palpitating for a wisp of air,as I breathe in more fear.