The Snail and The Blade

What’s

come over

me?

I can feel it

crawling

across

my skin.

Sometimes

slick and smooth,

like a snail,

other times

sharp,

like a blade.

 

I was just a

moment

away

from finally

speaking

my mind,

until this

came over

me,

now, I think

I’ll just

stay

quiet.

 

Intimidating the oracle.

 

Speak,

now, child.

Open your mouth.

Let it all out.

This is the end.

Time to account

for all the sky,

for all the clouds.

This is your voice.

This is your choice.

Speak now,

or bow down

to the noise.

The fix is in.

The orders have come,

so put down your tragedy

and pick up your gun.

There’s no more time,

all of our kind,

lost our voices

when we lost our minds

and now we must fight.

Fight for our lives.

 

I was just sitting here,

waiting,

and wasting

away again.

I think I know

why I can’t speak,

but I

can’t describe it

anymore.

They took all of

my words away

and I am lost

within

my brain.

 

I can feel

the snail again.

That means the knives

are

coming soon.

It was never safe here.

I should have

spoken

sooner,

louder.

Why

did we choose to

shut up?

Shut up.

 

                                Shut up.

                                Shut up.

 

 

HG – 2019

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