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Muted and She: Two Short Stories in Verse
Muted and She: Two Short Stories in Verse
Muted and She: Two Short Stories in Verse
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Muted: It's illegal to wear clothes. In some streets, it's also illegal to sing. Concetta, a famous Italian a capella singer from before "the change," breaks these totalitarian laws. As punishment, her vocal chords are brutally slashed, and her eardrums surgically perforated. Unable to c

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Release dateOct 1, 2016
ISBN9781925417531
Muted and She: Two Short Stories in Verse

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    Muted and She - Jessica Bell

    muted

    Concetta depresses

    an aluminium slat

    of blind

    with her forefinger and

    gazes into the street,

    numb to the snap

    of solitude.

    Bare feet pass

    by her shoebox window

    broken, at eye-level,

    thriving on nude routine.

    She stifles a yawn

    and clicks her tongue

    in the rear of her cheek

    to deactivate

    the alarm chip

    embedded

    into her cochlea,

    illegally programmed

    with thirty seconds

    of her own voice.

    The voice she had

    before being sentenced

    to a life

    of silence

    for wearing clothes

    and singing

    a cappella

    in an ‘instrumental zone.’

    She wasn’t

    even busking

    that day,

    but on route to

    an interview

    to be the Queen’s

    personal music box.

    The Queen

    is a man

    with five fingers and toes.

    Newborns only have four.

    She swallows

    a build-up

    of thyme-flavoured saliva

    from the tea she drinks

    to soothe her throat

    and buckles

    in pain.

    The immune

    assistants strapped her to

    a chair, forced

    her mouth

    open

    and slashed

    her vocal chords.

    Surgically

    perforated

    her eardrums.

    The taste of toxic sweat

    still lingers on her gums

    even more than the memory

    of torturers’ penises

    rubbing against

    her blindfolded face

    and ejaculating

    into her wounds.

    Now

    all she hears

    is the numb rush

    of

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