Squeak: #Inktober Day 26

Where did your voice go

when pain invaded my heart

and set fire to the vines

that bridge my mind.

Where did your voice go

in the storm of hurt

that washed away my memories 

of joy.

But I hear you groan

as I teach my lips to be free

and smile.
When you were the ball of dirty

trapped in my throat. 

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