I look down at my fingers like I have a million times before...Yet this time, they are frozen. No longer do the white spiders dance over the keyboard. Or fly across across a canvas with paint and brush. Nor with a pen or pencil.
What is wrong? At first I thought it was better to spill out onto something. However, everything is so overrun. Everything thought, feeling, is hesitant. I am choking emotion. Emotions I am not supposed to have. Thoughts that should not be mine. Visions I should not be seeing.
What outlet should be used now? I long to use the canvas of flesh. Oh how it sings. The itch for it. Is not replaced with grinding teeth. Eyes sealed shut. And a mouth that cannot even whisper words.
My voice was stolen. It disappeared so quickly, I had barely noticed it was gone. With no voice...what am I? Opening my mouth screaming. And you stare at me blankly. "What? I cannot hear you." Complained for the tenth time in the day.
I close my eyes...swallowing the tears. I am so good at it now. Bet you did not even notice them the whole time we were speaking. Picturing my voice in a glowing sea shell around the sea witches neck. At least someone else can speak now.
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