jade(d)

A judgmental and dismissive smirk spreads across my face like a familiar pad of butter.  Rich and salty and easy enough to hide behind, the mask allows me to make comment on all I see without the fear that the favor be returned.  But for so long has this plastic visage held shape that I have forgotten how to take it off. Either unable or unwilling, my attempts at returning to a vulnerable truth are short lived gasps that go unnoticed in the night.  This facade must be broken, and like shattered glass be collected and heated into the liquid of emotional reaction.