a reflection has morphed
& become a monster.
even an exterior
is starting to bruise & change color
so there's no secret, no concealer.
i dipped my toes in the mud
& the festering spread.
i kept away,
but a monster became me.
i thought a monster fed on me,
but i was building him.
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