I Have No Mouth, and I Must Scream

Resentment has settled deep within my soul. An ache that gnaws at me. 

A manic laugh rang out in the darkness of my being and I found myself struggling to find the right words to speak my truth. The words could not dance over my tongue, nor fall from my lips. 

Pain tore through my jaw. The bite of a needle sank into my skin, thread wove through, quickly biding me.

My voice was stolen. No longer could I voice my concerns. 

The fear coiled around me, ropes binding my arms against my back. There was no escape from this hell. 

 Years spent straining against the bonds. My jaw straining to tear the thread stitched into my skin. 

A looming darkness watched over me, tightening the shackles that bound me. 

It broke me. The feeling of helplessness had overwhelmed my mind. 

A puppet. A toy to use and then be cast into the closet. An object. 

I have no mouth, and I must scream.