Thanks to leev, Kuurosuki, Dimitri Aidan, Nikina, and Onyxlight for reviews! You guys made me so happy! This one's... odd. Thinking of going farther with it, but it depends onhow loud itscreams to be written.
I was v. bored in Study hall, so I drew a swirl on my palm. And then it grew to some more swirls and some more...and now I havewhat looks like "a disease" that goes from my fingertips to my elbow. And my mother... can we say not happy?
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To hear the mute
Deaf. (deafdeafdeaf)
You can't hear (nothing) and you tell yourself that it's all right -really, who wanted to hear bad rap music (movies, birds, Virgil) anyway? You're not missing much. (why? why me?)
You remember the orange of his shirt, (painful) the smell of the sea, the taste of tears, (wet childhood slipping away). You remember what he said, Virgil's meaningful sarcastic Thanks, Richie. (love you) But even in your memories he has no voice. No sound.
Beside the bed, she's crying, talking. (Son?...Love?)
"I love you, too mom."
You don't think you shout, but she flinches all the same.
