Number 239
"Come closer girl,"
I feel his breath encased around my nose
The stagnant air entering
And then leaving
"Tell me, what do you dream for your future?"
My eyes dart towards him but
No vision can escape my blurred
Tears as they continue to concede to
The truth of my already
Known future
I listen to the all too recognizable sounds
Take in the already seen sights of
Used to be boring browns and greys
Now thousands of different shades
Of each predictable color
Lining the walls and ceilings
I breath in the smells of dry dirt
Encrusted within my tattered nails
And feel the last bit of warmth that used to
Belong to me
One last time
"Tell me!"
I turn to face him
Letting out the silent sobs of which
I cry brick tears
"I can't," I mouth back to him
Is it possible to run out of tears?
I wonder
I answer my own question by crying some more
Leader backs away from me
Whispering mute over
And over again
Louder and louder each time
Till he is screaming my secret out for the
Remaining few to hear me
He runs into the gate
Slamming it behind him
Leaving me
Alone
On the raised platform
YOU ARE READING
MUTE
Bilim KurguPlagued by the knowledge of a fallen past, #239 feels an inexplainable need to tell everyone of the world above. along with #239, #116's family has been passing down stories of a world above with technologies and opportunities beyond imagination...
