Somewhere along the way, she lost the ability to hear her own words.
When she spoke, it sounded as if a nest of hornets had been disturbed. A hollow, distant, buzzing noise that made her head feel full of cotton.
But he heard her clearly.
He loved her and she didn’t understand it. Not the love or the words.
Her thoughts were lucid, though. She watched from afar as tiny fissures formed each day—slowly shattering her mind.
She needed him to see that this life was crushing her but, though he listened with undiluted love, he was blind.
The prompt was “need” and the original tweet was this last line. Thanks, Katsyarina. Lovely Poetess. ❤