I became the silence that eats.
The silence ate at my voice.
I didn't fight back this time
I watch a black pile of smoke
It's the same shape as “him”
devouring what's left of my voice.
Should I fight back?
Should I scream?
Do I join him?
His voice is extracted
join me
So I did
My body
turned into black smoke.
I ate someone else's voice
It wasn't like they used it.
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