Broken Audio

I haven’t written in a while I seem to have lost my voice I'm not sure where or when it left me Or where to find it I have a feeling its in different pieces Shards of echoes splattered inside old notepads pressed between the cinderblocks of 10th grade biology Humiliation is a powerful numbing agent Paired hand in hand with cheap liquor I can’t remember who I was angry at I wish my face belonged to my brain I wish my brain belonged to a body That wasn’t itching for eternal rest I wish my bones didn’t feel like shoes that don’t fit right Too small, but you pretend they will stretch Up until the point that the blisters can no longer be ignored. I wish I hadn’t stopped reading books I wish my parents watched sports, and smiled, and owned decorative pillows I think my voice was suffocated By boys who saw nothing but a mouth I can talk now, but I’m mute On autopilot, with closed captions written by you.