i met a girl who lost her voice
at the bottom of a glass
her hand was too large to fish it out
her fist was too small to grasp it

she set fire to her throat in mourning
they found her the next evening
after searching in the wrong universe
a different planet plagued by her misplaced screams
sent a dispatch to NASA
who radioed the National Guard

who alerted the cops
who woke up the neighborhood
who traced the trail of silence
they found her in the corner

the glass had tipped over and
she was asleep
they cut short her night,
and i guess you’d think she should be grateful
but personally i don’t like being wakened
before i feel like it

then again i wouldn’t like being mute either


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