Waiting to be heard
no one with ears around
my lips form words
lo and behold!
I'm being kissed for their shape
still, no one hears me
What I see is quite new
something with tentacles
moving around, glimmering
maybe dangerous
maybe vulnerable
maybe dying
maybe sprouting young ones
I point and I yell
no one sees where I point
no one hears me yell
However, I'm being complimented
beautiful hands, a melodious voice
it seems that limbs go before any messages
I drown myself in tears at being invisible
how come that I lost me in mirror images?
How come that mirrors are cold and dead when I'm not?
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