Freewrite #19: Stuck In The Box

His voice?
Repugnant to the Ears of a Scorn who gave Him life,
For reasons unbeknownst to His curious mind.
Reasons His heart can care less about ever recognizing through the fog of smoke coming from her lips any time He yearned for her love…

Still.
He kept on singing,
Lacing words together in a rhythm her eardrums could never follow along with,
As I lay involuntarily fettered to a voice box where freedom was found…

Hopefully,
Mom can understand some day…

(To be continued…)

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