she was fluent in several languages.
and yet, we couldn't
communicate.
she'd stare blankly at me, without
so much
a word, or shrug, or grimace,
or smile
upon her face. the eyes were dead.
she was a hard read.
but her actions spoke loudly.
I still feel the impact of
her screams.
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