Poetry Month #6: Mask of Blame, a Villanelle by Deanne Richards

Mask of Blame

 

She thought they were all dead;
and when she looked again,
they were dancing in her head.

Hungry and unfed,
a reminder of the when,
she thought they were all dead.

They were bouncing on her bed,
dressed in a lacy shame.
They were dancing in her head.

She wanted them to fade,
her father’s mask was to blame.
She thought they were all dead.

This is what she said,
“I know that I am sane.”
They were dancing in her head.

She pushed them away instead,
and did not complain.
She thought they were all dead.
They were dancing in her head.

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