Esophagus

I don’t talk; I think,

imagine what everyone else must think.

A quiet, lonesome girl they believe?

A girl who cannot speak.

Every day I try to talk, but I hear nothing.

Every day people stare and I hear everything.

What a crazy world I believe.

I feel everything from the sound of my heartbeat to the sound of my lungs gasping for air.

What a scary world I believe.

My throat feels like it is closing in; I can’t talk, I breathe.

With only pain I start to pray; there he comes to save the day.

I feel pain I only fear, I say.

He stares at me; I stare back.

He shows his hands, “I can fix you,” he said.

I listened, I felt pain and relief.

He ripped my esophagus, I have no face and jaw.

“Not everything can be solved by praying, especially that to the devil”.

He left me then I went with him.