Face to face and my tongue is tied. My racing heart and puzzled mind in utter wonder at how in their universe they deserve my meek smile, and I their cruelity. The only image in mind is that of their shouts when they say,
“Smear some more… If it the image you have painted is not graphic enough, enforce it so we can trash her once and for all. “
I wish to lift my tied tongue but it just rests heavy in my mouth. The anger I feel disappears and all I feel is heaviness.
But here my executioner is, face to face with me; I smile and laugh until I cry, but not yet. While I stand in this shared space, I shall let them flow freely into my chest until my heart is heavy and soggy.
I will hold this smile until my cheeks hurt but I won’t shed any tears while still face to face with the one who buries my name in the shadows and uses every ounce of energy now to smile uncomfortably in my face.
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