the way turquoise fades

there is a room in my chest and the monster smiles with my mouth it wears my face so no one believes me i keep feeding it days because days keep happening it chews them into sameness spits out a mirror asks me to practice believing i am so tired that even my tears feel borrowed salt from an ocean i cannot reach i sit on the floor of myself counting breaths and wondering which ones are counterfeit confidence used to be a sound i press my ear to the silence and learn nothing the monster says rest and means disappear says quiet and means obey i say nothing back because my voice is a house after a storm roof gone and the rooms open to weather if there is a future it is thin as a blade of grass pushing through concrete it cuts my finger when i touch it i bleed a little hope onto the ground and feel ashamed of the color

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