A woman with no voice attempts to utter a word. All sound locked forever in her throat...the foresaken voice!

 

   

 

 


A fury of footsteps interrupt the quiet of the woods. Crashing through branches, darting left, right, no where really. Looking for a safe haven in a thunder of reality. A voice trying to scream in a vacuum of propriety. A woman with no voice tries to utter a word. All sound is locked forever in her throat. Such a lovely throat. Soft, velvet, long. Classic. Running for sheer terror, leaving behind a mess of trouble only to find more ahead. The address changes but the curse follows.
Beauty package of fine lineage, a fine and creative mind all wrapped up in thoughts of yesterday.... Oh, yesterday, damn you! Leave her be. Go away and let her at peace. Lest she forget the poison you leave in her mouth. Pray, please dear heart, for a truce to this lonely journey, of a family that abandons you, of friends that forsake you , of utter
betrayals. To walk this earth one more day, cut out the heart and feel nothing, nothing of the past. The past is dead and the future frozen oasis of which thirst thrives. Legs are weary from the travel and despair, lost once again.

The forsaken voice