the first time i said no
the first time i spoke my mind
was the first time i was burned alive
my flesh peeled off
my bones melted down
it only took a few tries
before i knew the meaning of survive
i lost my voice before i could fully speak
it was ripped straight out of my being
walking around without a soul
was more painful than you'll ever know
i carried that loss for years
unaware of the damage it wrecked
after 25 years
i had nothing left
i've mourned for the child without a voice
i've mourned for the adult lost in the void
but what next?
three decades i've been covered in ice
my voice box locked up iron tight
i've realized with time
comes light
comes knowledge
comes a darkless night
i just hope
gods how i hope
there's one day i'll bleed white
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Courtney Ann
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