Words

Her voice lingers at the back of her throat

Mouth closed, lips pressed

And being shut inside those four walls

She has no need to speak

For there is no one to talk to

Except those voices in her head

And the people from her memories

No music can make her sing

If she does, the people outside will hear

And silence her once again

She swallows back the words

For even a single moan can be heard

In this lonely world of hers

She is mute

Words…

Sounds…

Forbidden.

Silence…

Quiet…

Poke and prod at her sanity

A taunting ringing in her ears

Boredom…

Loneliness…

Longing…

All lingering at the back of her throat

Wanting to burst out

Aching to scream out

“I’m here!”

For fear that her silence

Has erased her existence

This concrete box she lives in

Illuminated with artificial light

Only a peephole to peek outside

Even then, it is only a glimpse

She lies on her bed

Idly staring at the ceiling

Tears streaming at the sides of her head

Still, no words come out

Until she whispers

“I’m here.

I’m never gone.

I just miss you…”

Reviews

[Branch Isole]

This piece has great potential for the opening of a story. The last line threw me and the emotion could have been displayed with more intensity, but it kept my attention. Good job.

[White Ink]

aww.. sadly touching..

[Sarah Hobbit]

Sad! but very well done
Sarah