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Child of Voices

Posted on the 03 November 2018 by Rarasaur @rarasaur

My voice is pencil, child of trees. Something that sheds, and still remains. My voice is pencil, child of carbons. Something worth mining.

My voice is pencil.

It leaves traces in the softness that yields to it, accents of where it has been. It smudges toward the end of every sentence.

Child of chop, child of drill- stretched in all directions- trying to reach the depth and height of every tone that came before.

Wobbly, shaky, determined.

Graphite-textured, grey, gentle, inconsistent.

Bold, but easily faded. Smooth, but easily mumbled.

Soft, and heavy. Heavy, and quick.

Quick, before forest becomes memory.
Quick, before cave becomes echo.

Quick, before history comes back.

My voice is pencil,
desperately ignoring how it was built to erase itself.

From the promptosaur: Describe your actual voice.

child of voices

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