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Broken Sound

Small black cubes, lettered, fixed into a hole of distinct shape. The whole board is slaughtered. Some cubes have melted. You melt my syllables. I speak but words do not follow - I am mute to you. I try to type but the keyboard is destroyed. My hands fidget along the ripped out characters. My tongue is sliced with a blade from the back of my mouth. Blood flows between my dry lips as you watch me soak in red. I am a broken keyboard. You murdered my sound.

Broken Sound

Small black cubes, lettered, fixed into a hole of distinct shape. The whole board is slaughtered. Some cubes have melted. You melt my...