Literature
Broken Down
She speaks only
when spoken to,
her voice then loud
sometimes, in assertion
or sometimes barely audible
in mumbled dissent.
There is no spirit muted, trapped
all too sentient in prisoning flesh.
These are but firecrackers
of a memory decomposed,
small explosions triggered
by speechless voices,
hallucinations that echo
through the spirals
of her inner ear.
