Shrieking._.goblin

Just my lazy self being all dramatic over here. Call this place my alter ego if you might :)

Also, I post like really old drafts

“No. I volunteered.”

Thank you very much.

in a sound proof box

outside of which

no one could listen to me

Would it still be an artistic expression

When I am my only audience

All else seeing me on display

They see me, as me

how I look,

Me in my blue dress

with ribbons and lace

my hair spread haywire

standing a top a wooden box,

a makeshift pedestal

They all know me as the freak

who’s speaking something with no voice

Mime, not a musician

Not an artist, an inconvenience

they have to go around

There once came a little girl

Who dared stop longer than a minute

With her little palm

Flat on the glass

Her eyes touching the strings

of my mandolin

I knew she was there

to experience something

Her little fingers turning pink

as she pressed harder into

the mirror

She had the cutest button nose

that she scruched occasionally

Although I couldn’t hear her

but I knew she was humming

Trying to sing along

Figuring out the music

that kept me in that box

That is until, the man

her uncle I presume

pulled her away from the glass

from me, an empty shell of a body

“A Siren! A freak! An inconvenience!”

I heard

But this little girl, she resisted

as she looked back, turning

around the corner

and something in her eyes told me

that she’ll be here again

like a rebellion,

very soon, maybe alone

or maybe with some more friends

Written sometime during the late afternoon of 29 March, 2025 - What a strange day