Silence. In a world that never shut up, in a city that never slept, he was punished to silence. Punished for a truth that was called a lie. The pain forever branded in his memory.
There had been a girl. With sparkles in her eyes and flowers in her hair. She beckoned with a dainty finger pressed to her lush lips. He followed without a thought, smitten by the red in her cheeks. He was sure he found heaven. Only heaven turned into hell with the bang of a door thrown open.
"What are you doing?"
"Daddy help! I said no!"
"What? You said you loved me! That it was okay!"
"I could never love you."
With a few well placed words the girl that had his heart crushed it. The punishment was severe. Banishment. But before they cast him out of the life he knew, they cut out his tongue for the truth they heard as lie.
Among the abandoned and forgotten he became the outcast. No one would go near him, his attempts for companionship ignored. They feared the stub of flesh in his mouth, fleeing as his approached. He longed for death, silently pleading for release. Death refused to listen, maybe unable to understand his moans and groans. He continued to wander, footsteps often taking him to the cages and pens of the zoo.
It was there he found peace. The animals understood him, listening to his silent words. The wolves he felt a kinship with, a reminder of home. He'd stay by their pens watching them night and day, waiting for the moment when the moon hung full in the night sky. As the white light washed over him, he closed his eyes for one last silent prayer.
Please let them hear me.
His breath caught in his throat when a voice whispered on the wind.
Yes brother we hear you.