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January 24, 2021


Her language was all smiles
and frowns;
words were other people's sound.
But she ached for the untouchable,
the intangible; just a taste of voice,
the flavour of her own words.
It started seed small
down in the deep dark,
a glowing tangle of ink
Her speechless song began to unfurl,
stretching out its tendrils,
feeling her out and making its mark.
Like roots to water, it honed in,
twisting and twirling,
it danced its way up through her dark
It reached out to her every cell
and made her blood sing;
a chorus of white ink
Then who she really was burst from her.
An explosion of white ripped from her throat
like a butterfly from a cocoon
The words poured through her
they flowed from her fingertips
and on to the dark page.
Her white ink splattered the parchment,
flecking it with stars
as her voice spilled out.
She was a cacophony of words -
a silent choir of ink -
and she left them all speechless.


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  • BlueWolf (Semi Hiatus)

    The vocabulary is used masterfully to evoke emotions, the vivid imagery, creative concept and passionate atmosphere. I absolutely adore this. The ending line is wonderful and just so perfect. I think everything just fits perfectly in to place. Fantastic writing!!!

    7 months ago
  • woven_moth

    The word choice in this is just so impactful and purposeful, beautiful!

    8 months ago
  • Nikki

    *takes a deep breath as she soaks it in* wow just, wow.
    *sighs contently then realizes she sounds crazy* haha. lovely piece! great job!

    8 months ago