A woman so lonely that even her reflection won't look at her.

The Horror of Mutism

By CharlesAldux | CharlesAldux | 20 Mar 2022


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By: Charles Aldux

Written at 9:40 a.m.

3/20/2022

 

The Horror of Mutism

They say young men will see visions.

And old men dream dreams.

But every day is an incision.

In the mind of unrealities.

 

I’m an insomniac.

So sometimes I can’t sleep.

At times I count monsters.

Instead of counting sheep.

 

Who is the real imposter?

As this, at times occurs, when I’m awake.

I may be with a large crowd.

But I will feel alone.

Like that horror story’s title.

It speaks all too loud.

As if more lucid than any dream.

And above all horrors.

It scares me the most…

That I have no mouth and I must scream.

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Welcome to Charles Aldux's Literary Blog. As of 2022 I will have been writing Poetry for 13 years starting back when I was 12. I also write essays and short stories. Charles Aldux is a pseudonym consisting of a combination between my middle name Charles and the author of Brave New World, Aldous Huxley.

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