They picked the pen up. And started scratching out the noise. It became ASL on the page. And the words on the lines hit you like an overdose of cocaine.

Silence isn't always golden.  And music can hit you harder than fists. No hashtags Just a whisper that fades to dumb.

Debauchery:

It's a strange hunger

Like a kid invited to the feast

But not given a place at the table

It's a mockery really

Something from Aesop's fable

A story that shouldn't end

Yet