The Distant Whispers
"Stop it, stop it right now, you are suffocating the house, you are suffocating us all, can you not see how the air grows thick and yellow with your silence, your heavy, wet, breathing silence that smells of boiled cabbage and old pennies, stop grinding that spoon against the rim of the bowl because the sound is a drill, a drill that is boring into the base of my skull, stop it, stop it, I am...
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