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.

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