can you hear me?
I whisper, trying to be heard over the thousands of voices raised to the sky.
Can you hear me?
I ask, my knees shaking as I fight for a breath. The voices scare me but they tell me I am not alone.
CAN YOU HEAR ME NOW?
I scream in desperation. I claw for the sunlight, a savage thing under my skin. I have joined the thousands of screams in their choir, my voice hoarse just like theirs.
(This world is deaf.)
From: Hanako.
To: Mother.
YOU ARE READING
letters unsent.
PoetryI'm going to fall a lot before I learn to fly. (The recent poems are better.) -------- .˚ ᵎ┊͙ ⋆*☁️ ⓒ fallen-spector
