Faceless

Indie Film Feelings

~I have not lived this,

nor witnessed it firsthand. But

imagination and empathy can

sometimes find what

experience cannot. This is my

attempt to give voice to what

deep trauma might feel like

from the inside — so those

who carry it might feel less

alone, and those who don’t

might understand a little

more.

Faceless

Black tar thick,

replaces the easy flow of red

that pulsed through

whispering joy and

celebration.

Remembrance of faces bright

with life —

now faceless,

eyes hollowed …

When did you become

what you turned me into?

The tar sits in my throat,

sealing what shame tells me

to hide.

Lungs caged —

breath is afraid to rise,

Struggle, despair, stuck.

White dust doesn’t unclog or

unblock

all that buries me, cages me —

weight no one sees

underneath the skin,

that flinches under clothes.

My eyes smile,

yet my face burns of acid.

drowned in tar.

Detachment.

—FromTenderGround🧡