Dear God,
Today–
I fade into the background.
Fingers and legs and arms
Morph into the hues
Of furniture and floor.
Today–
My insides begin to leak
All over the brown carpet
So stained, no one notices.
Maybe, You do.
Today–
My mouth sewn up
In the seams of the furniture
A familiar silenced voice.
No one hears.
Maybe, You do.
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