I am the faceless woman,
a raindrop that falls
Into water without a splash.
I dive secretly into the flowing stream of
waterfalls and water faucets
and although I try to scream
my voice turns into a faint whistle
like a rugby ball flying through the air.
I watch myself watch you walk past
and right through me
and your face is bright, too bright, like an
agitated sun.
I turn away because bright lights blind me,
and I’m not sure if I’m blinded by beauty
or if you are hideous.
But I think you must not see me
even though when I look at you,
I catch you staring right back.
Because even if you are seeing,
you are seeing into nothing.
I’m falling into a big black void
with nobody here to hold me.
My limbs are sinking,
all in different pits of sand
detaching in different directions
spread across the universe
scattered like forgotten ashes
falling out of a plastic bag.
There’s nothing where my face should be.
Even if you are hideous,
at least you have something to show the world.
Even if you are hideous,
at least you are important enough
for people to see you
and know you
and want you.
Today, I long to be ugly,
to have eyes and ears and teeth that just aren’t right.
The faceless woman longs to be ugly,
to be important enough
to be seen at all.
Cerys Gibby – Year 11
