"If language were liquid, it would be rushing in. Instead here we are in a silence more eloquent than any word could ever be."
- "Language," Suzanne Vega
SILENCE stays in a corner. You don't realize it's been there staring at you for quite some time now. Without any warning, it grabs you by the shoulders and hurls you to the ground. You're bruised and bleeding.
You look up to meet its eyes and ask, "Why?" SILENCE ignores your question and kicks you in the face instead. You try to get up but SILENCE, this time, aims for your gut. You hug yourself and lie fetal position to protect yourself. You close your eyes and cry yourself to a dreamless sleep.
SILENCE retreats to a corner and smiles.
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Thanks for dropping by. Didn't really think that anyone would drop by and care to read. Ahihihi.
*sings* Fancy poultry parts sold here/Breasts and thighs and hearts/Backs are cheap and wings are nearly free. Ahihihi.
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