Emily Katitus

Dreaming Again

Between the desperate and the timid, she's trapped--
whether their tears, or her fear, does it.
Speak, stresses her therapist, in signs.
It's a shame, whispered the innocent, the loss of her silvery voice.
Lethargic lips burning the heart. A pearlescent sonata
pounds her numb ears and falls
to the floor, resisting
the concept of acceptance.
Tortured by memories of sound, now restricted
to metallic songs.
The hands of an artist blister, mourning
over deaf ears--she wavers.