Voices

I’m sitting on the balcony. There’s an invisible guy next door. They have an infant. The guy raises his voice. People yell here. It’s normal like breathing.

They get yelled at when they are kids, like the man yelling at his infant until the kid screams.

Tears stream until mother rescues her darling from the emotional abuse.

Yelling affects their self-esteem and well being. Children learn how to reject this yeller.

They will learn to raise their voice in a whining, demanding yelling overture. They will be passive-aggressive turning on the yell.

As they age they turn off. They turn off their ears. Their ears are assaulted non-stop 24/7.

The volume control is broken. They grow up to be non-listeners. Never engaged unless marriage and procreation recreation speaks sex.

The adult giant savors this power.

It’s a clear shattered mirror memory of their parents and generations raised with fear, intimidation, suspicion, insecurity, poverty, informers, empty promises, faint hopes and loud voices.

Some voices are soft. Many are pure nightmares.

Book of Amnesia Unabridged