Masquerade Poem by Titon Rahmawan

What might you believe is a punishment, Kay? Shouldn't a step leave a trace that you want to deny in the future?

Memories are the sap that drips from the wound of a tree. As for the memories buried in the courtyard, were the bones that the thieving dogs dug up at night.

Who will come to love you with such a scruffy face?

Because that screenshot will never tell any other lie than what you intended to do from the start, Kay.

Whatever you try to hide behind that lace masquerade mask will never go away forever. You can't be a chameleon clever enough to disguise your own nakedness.

As time has already absorbed your entire presence in this moment, in the days past or in the years to come. You can never turn away from it.

How can you feel confident in yourself, Kay? That all the traces you left behind are not a reflection of stupidity and an artifact of lies?

Like the forbidden fruit that Eve plucked from the middle of the lost garden of Eden.

She has transformed into a labyrinth within each of her descendants. She has transformed into Pandora, and a curse box which then curses her to be a lonely woman for the rest of her life.