Faux Pas Facade

 

behind these putrid pink fingers, a never ending swarm encircles
the loose floorboards that are nailed to my feet.

my sandpaper skin can sense their drawing breath sucking out the midsummer's air,
leaving nothing but boiling blood under my skin, crashing into the nape of my neck

while sweat seeps out of my face for everyone to see.

the lemony look on their faces permeates my sight, leaving me with nothing

but a skull in hand and a dagger in heart.