Voix | Connor J. Stenz Entangled in the gloom du lit, Staring at the ceiling, eyes squeezed shut, Listening to the train roar by and hoping that it drowns out my quiet sobbing and the Voices. Disembodied diatribe scathes me, bouts of laughter harangue me, shouting things that rekindle smoldering Antipathy; yet Love without affection is Hate without the pain, or so They say— “Take your own advice.”
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