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Ephialtes

Writer's picture: Jenny HorJenny Hor

I find myself in a theater

performing a play, with me

holding a VIP ticket and the

only spectator in the seat.


One by one, the actors enter

the stage in glee, their masks

are their identity. The characters

recite their lines over and over

to the point they are too

familiar to my ears. They have

rehearsed many times on the

laughing, sneering, pushing,

slapping, kicking, yelling,

crying, pinching, punching.


Their comedic act is a

horror show to me, where

clowns no longer jest but

scare, the masquerade party

turns into a torment feast.

Closing my eyelids, trying to

forget everything I see.

Only to have tears go against

my will, cold sweat drenching

my back, my gorgon-petrified

legs could not run away.

 

As a part of Year 2 Poetry Coursework Submission 'Emotional Capsule'

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