Mask
Human face.
No eyes.
No ears.
No nose.
No mouth to speak.
Just a mask
in a gallery.
Holes
where something should have been.
Who will wear it?
Will you give it
your eyes—
your ears—
your breath?
Will you lend it
a voice?
If it is yours,
you will feel it—
a pulse
rising in the chest,
something pressing
toward speech.
The mouth waits.
The nose trembles.
The ears open.
The eyes begin to shine.
Or else—
it remains
what it was:
a mask
in a gallery.
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