Concealment

Concealment is a pale, dusky turquoise,

It sounds like whispers so quiet as to be inaudible, but still there,

It smells like metal with a hint of salt,

It tastes like sweetness masking a bitter taste,

It looks flimsy, thin and opaque,

It makes me feel angry, but also comforted. 

Ms. D
3/26/2013 09:33:07 am

Solid poem. I also like this final line because concealment can do that to you.

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