THE ART CRIMES: Voices
* An escalation by Beau Cyphre - with an illustration by MariaAmanda *
My friends thought I smashed them, but I can’t see it in any mirror, and I tried so hard. All I see is my eyes, my nose, my lips, my smile when I try to smile, but there’s nothing unusual, nothing others seem to be scared of.
But they say they can’t see my eyes no more, and my head would have become too big to hold them inside, so I might have lost them (dropped them) before I became what they sometimes call me now: The damned one.
Oh no, they don’t speak out on it, they just mutter and I can see their thoughts from time to time when I lay awake and visit them at home in their sleep. Soon I’m gonna kill them all - I just can’t stand this mutter of voices here on Earth.
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