You can hear the waves of oceans lapping over in her mind.
Continuous sound making it's way to her ears.
Your voice traveling through her brain.
Leaving her wondering what it'd be like not to hear.
If she would love the freedom.
No sound at all.
Or would she hate having to read lips,
To pretend she can hear your sound waves.
She can only listen.
To the quiet now.
And that in itself is torture.
YOU ARE READING
Broken Chains
Thơ caSometimes it's nice for people to not know who you are. So you can tell them everything. And it just, doesn't matter.
