Dear God,


I fade into the background.

Fingers and legs and arms

Morph into the hues

Of furniture and floor.


My insides begin to leak

All over the brown carpet

So stained, no one notices.

Maybe, You do.


My mouth sewn up

In the seams of the furniture

A familiar silenced voice.

No one hears.

Maybe, You do.


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