Put on the costume and the character is created.
An illusion of strength buttoned up in a uniform of black.
Watch as the scripted lie burns away the ink,
and sincerity sings for an audience who cannot hear its intention.
The performer is a master of their craft but the scene will unravel the thread until all that is left its honesty.
The truth speaks and we have ears to listen.
Are the flowers worth the struggle?
I think so.