The words I had not heard spoken
in so long
laughed at me from the
edges of everyone's lips,
their insidious sibilance
creeping into my ear canals
and around my frontal lobe.
Each letter mocked me
like a smug child;
cruel children the alphabet was,
holding hands and taunting me
with their distinct voices.
I stuffed my ears with
the cottonballs of literature,
my pencil making
kind, alphabetical monks
shuffle across the page--
patient, orderly letters
with a vow of silence to keep.
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