Picnic Lark | Susan N. Aassahde

Sounds of humming resonate throughout the room. I listen. The light above starts to flicker. I stare. A cold feeling…

So I sit here amongst Rabbits and squirrels, While birds charmingly Chirp, as my pain dulls. For the wildlife are…

My voice chords have taken a vow of silence.My mouth moves. My tongue hits my teeth.Lack of sound makes sense.My…