The creature on my shoulder eats my words. Dips at my voice with a hummingbird sticky, sipper’s tongue. I am the one who frames my thoughts, guides them into life with my teeth and tender lips. It is the one who feasts. Snatches every notion. Gulps them, oyster-like, without tasting. Doesn’t seem to care for flavours. Words in anger, words in love. Words in pain or fear or joy. All my words, it catches. Of screaming too, it snatches, wriggling with pleasure. Gorged on my voice, it grows, and I fall silent.
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Lauren Everdell
Writer. Chronic sickie. Part-time gorgon. Probably thinking about cyborgs right now.
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