One who speaks through silenced words
Is one who speaks through knowledge
As the clock ticks
Around once
Then twice and a third time
People start to leave
By the fourth round #116 and I
Are the only ones left
I look down at my black and white
Feet
Painting shadows across the stage
As I pace back and forth
Reviewing previous occurrences over
And over
Again
Must I stand here a freak forever?
I ask myself
Staring out into an empty audience of
Half darkened chairs
As my red eyes slowly find their
Color again
#116 stands up quickly and starts running
Towards me
Stopping only at the locked
Brown fence separating my reality
From his
His slightly underfed fingers seep through the
Air filled openings
As my hands rap around the solid
Marble bars between us
We inch forwards until we are face to face
With each other
Sharing split air
His fearful blue eyes devour mine
Clasping my emotions inside
Empty hands
"Climb over,"
He whispers
My cheeks warmed by his smooth
Low toned words
YOU ARE READING
MUTE
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