into The mirror

peel off that flesh
be brave
look inside
360 degrees show things
men try to hide

easier to dart the eyes
to pierce another,
run,
disguise,
champagne flutes
and poker lies
reveal a coward's game

but when the ticking masquerade
has stopped
 
and the crescent moon
has sliced the jet-black sky

the

silence      of self
                sets in

and threatens to eat you alive