/ THE CHARM FADE / still

With every human being I have had contact , their arms have been frayed when they tried to embrace me.

They leave me with the word in my mouth when I try to tell them something intimate or important to me.

They put masks on me and when I look at them, I hardly recognize myself.

They interrupt magical moments by making the charm fade.

They think they know who I am, but they are always wrong and only keep certain remnants of the woman in front of them.