Burnt Ovens

Loss

What is life without expression? It frightens me that I can no longer translate my thoughts to writing, as if my tongue had been slowly cut into useless shreds without my knowing, or a wool blanket mercilessly lowered upon my mind. I keep expecting milk and honey on my little lead-lined spoon but end up with dry sand and pebbles in my mouth.

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