she says hey no laughing
but she feels them quickly carving
little words onto the backs
of chairs that tread on seas black
gold and silver white trees
are dancing in their eyes and then she sees
the deepness of their feelings
and the softness of their concealing
their coats are fur and ragged teens
are seething in their collars
who are these beings
who are they? who are they?
she asks and asks again
but no one answers
no one can
she tries to speak but then her throat
it’s caught it’s hoarse her voice is but an empty threat
the stars upon the brows of those
she once only lived in terror of
were shining now with hulahoops
of brand-new hope and daydream
there was hope still yet in her own head
but no one had ears to listen
so she told herself and told her mind
and though she didn't understand
she praised herself and believed she did
a good job and that when her voice returned
she would feel the same again
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