I entrusted you with my face
I put it in your hands
and left
*
I came back to revisit myself
when you were never done with me
and I comprehended how easily
a face bends to someone else’s will
how it moulds itself into degrading submission
and how it doesn’t remember me
at all
*
I am a memory to you
a memory that you pull out of your hat and sleeves
whenever you please
your memory never tells you who I really was
and when you think about me
you negate all my wounds
because they have always been
what brought me to you
Croque-Melpomene 