I Wear My Fancy Dress, All Day Long

[lostsoul]

My dream has come true

In your arms I hang like a costume.

You cannot find who wears it: I am

just pelt. That, you cannot understand.

It is all you have known of me, all you

could. When you reached out with fingers

gently tousling my hair, you felt what was,

what was already dead. Assumed otherness,

an inside behind it. I lured you in with a wide

pumpkin smile, let you eat me up.

And now, there is nothing left.