Speech Annihilated*

Prose

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You think if I bent all that way I could touch the thing you’re feeling? I guess I have to be careful, remembering…forever remembering. Even as the gods strip my tongue just a little more, give me a bath in ink.

“Fuck it,” Dionysus says. “Have a ball.”

Ordinary ravages, shamed by their inconsistencies, writing up the lines that their mute voices keep swallowing: like…