Tuesday, March 11, 2008

The Suit

The mask covered your face. The artificial voice box warped what you were saying. The gloves covered your hands, hiding any last hint of colour. You told me that it obscured your race and any heritage it held. The sins of your father. The dreams of your mother. You told me if everyone wore one, then no one could judge anyone anymore.

I told you it looked terrible. You told me:


1 comment:

Tess said...

This one truly blows me away. Thank you Iain :)