Tori Puffer
I can’t talk anymore, my heart has grown so heavy that it has stretched my vocal chords into immovable wire. There are no songs anymore, and I don’t want to sing. The words that once freed me feel hollow and so do I. I am just a shell, an echo chamber for the words I whisper. The reverberations are hissing, piercing. Like the scuff of a single chair in a concert hall. This beautiful room echoes the projections of a harsh and ugly mistake.