I saw the knife being plunged into the mask,
Held tightly by my own hands,
Wounding and cutting deeply.
The wood peeling away and
………Falling off like decomposing skin,
Flesh pulsing hot and tender bellow,
Singeing under the light of day.
But that light was soon eclipsed,
And the whole world became divided,
With me left standing; one foot in the light,
………And the other in the dark.
Caspian Hedberg is a young poet living in Dublin