you talk
native language from a forgotten childhood
she is in apathy
doesn´t answer
not even a wink
you keep trying
“Maybe her second language?”
words are streaming from her mouth
“Victory!”
…
those words will also disappear into the silence
communicate is hard when words get stuck in your throat

she´s restricted

“In what way can I reach out to you?
a sharp tongue and sharpened pencil has always been my weapon,
my follower”

you can´t get her to follow you down your path
she´s in the land of silence