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Laughing Faces

Everything is black. I cannot open my eyes. All I can see are masks of faces. They don’t have eyes and they don’t have mouths. They are trapped. They try to force but they can’t break past. Then there is a glimpse of calm. The darkness enshrouds. Their faces have no holes for eyes and no hole for a mouth. They have no nostrils; no holes to breathe. But the faces start again. They try to force and break past. Their mouths open and their laughs are brash and wild. Their laughs are unnatural. The joke is theirs and I will never get it.