Rating: PG13Length: One hundred words. Summary: The most terrible forms of violence aren't those that will end a life.

Language is a virus. It was forced upon me, unsought and parasitical: I did not want this flattening of meaning, this clumsy serialization of thought.

My people can hear my voice, and they fear. There are millions of voices in a city, but a city is not supposed to speak.

I search for the unsurprised and calm. One of them has given me this curse. To weaken or punish me, or to "free" me inside this cage they are too small to see.

Somebody did this to me, and I had no words for hate but now I do.

.finis.