The Beast Unmasked
I stare in perverted horror at the face in front of me
Stripped of the glasses that masked the dark, tormented eyes
I watch in growing agitation as the shears cut away
The hair that hides the face of a hideous beast, a monster
The transformation is slow with each patch of hair cut away
A new being appears before my eyes
Countless iterations of the same horror
The foul deeds this creature has wrought upon me
Cannot be counted, cannot be forgotten, and cannot be atoned for
The abomination is fully unmasked
The last of its scraggly hair falls to the ground
Trembling, I stare back into the burning, hateful eyes
The eyes of the most dreaded being I have ever encountered
Alas I can stand the sight no longer and must turn away
And I fall away from the mirror and hide in the darkness
But the shadows of my past call to me and taunt me
Tortured by the demons within from whom I can never escape
Johnny-dog Whitehair
December 31, 2002
