Conjured-up
I speak words that have been spoken to me
My tongue forms sounds that have been sounded to me
My voice reads aloud what has been read aloud to me
Or maybe not read aloud at all.
Consonants that form in a conjured-up voice of my mind
Tangle and twist like pasta and try to make sense
Ingrain in my memory, form on my tongue
an alien, atrocious note, derogatory, stereotyped
of vowels, of sounds
that have and have not been sounded to me.
YOU ARE READING
Compilation
Short StoryA compilation of my works, dated from 2018-2022. These pieces are not placed in order.