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SONYA SONES

Halloween Mask

I am me, but I am not.

I can’t be sure whose face feels hot.

Is it mine? Or is it its?

So strange how snug this new mask fits. . . .

Gazing in the mirror over my sink,

staring into eyes that refuse to blink,

holding my ground, I stare right back

at eyes the deadest shade of black. . . .

I swallow hard. This can’t be true—

when last I looked, my eyes

were blue!