Waves of assumptions come in, hanging above her head like an unmirrored lens; her tongue is held by two thousand rocks, making her voice sound as if she's off her rocks
she wishes to speak until her larynx turns to mud, until she loses her breath in every lung. her heart fears every countless judge. she's jealous of those who can speak, their words rambling like loud drums, without the weight of wondering eyes in sight.


When she's quiet,...