mixing with flame
fighting its way to be seen
to be made present.
it shuns the mask of civility
and lives in that clean raw place
we so like to hide.
it lives beneath
the smile pasted on,
the polite word uttered,
the eyes which gaze on and over.
mistake it not.
its job is fulfilled only when we allow it's face
to shine a bit more brightly
as it tells us of the dark heart
copyright/all rights reserved Audrey Howitt 2014