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Does my clarinet blame herself when she screeches? I asked her โ€” careful not to press the wrong buttons. She hummed along, nodded like a good girl. (๐˜ž๐˜ฉ๐˜บ ๐˜ช๐˜ด ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ต?) Iโ€™m the one who blows down her throat, pressing keys until she forgets how to breathe. Her voice cracked โ€” guilt hung in the air like smoke. "๐˜ช ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜ญ๐˜บ ๐˜ฆ๐˜ค๐˜ฉ๐˜ฐ ๐˜ธ๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ต ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ ๐˜ฑ๐˜ถ๐˜ต ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ," she whispered. "๐˜ฎ๐˜บ ๐˜ท๐˜ฐ๐˜ช๐˜ค๐˜ฆ ๐˜ธ๐˜ข๐˜ด ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฆ๐˜ท๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ ๐˜ฎ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ฆ." I strike her notes harder. She chokes out bits, broken pieces that only make me angrier. Your wheezing is because youโ€™re fragile. Cheap. Not because of me. (...๐˜ณ๐˜ช๐˜จ๐˜ฉ๐˜ต?) "๐˜ช ๐˜ธ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ต ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ ๐˜ด๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ฃ๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ถ๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ง๐˜ถ๐˜ญ ๐˜ง๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ," she sobbed. And I almost told her โ€” ๐˜†๐—ผ๐˜‚ ๐—ฎ๐—น๐—ฟ๐—ฒ๐—ฎ๐—ฑ๐˜† ๐—ฑ๐—ผ. But the truth lodged in my throat, behind the breath that made her scream.
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Jun 15, 2025
Jun 15, 2025 at 10:33 PM UTC
My Clarinet
Does my clarinet blame herself when she screeches? I asked her โ€” careful not to press the wrong buttons. She hummed along, nodded like a good girl. (๐˜ž๐˜ฉ๐˜บ ๐˜ช๐˜ด ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ต?) Iโ€™m the one who blows down her throat, pressing keys until she forgets how to breathe. Her voice cracked โ€” guilt hung in the air like smoke. "๐˜ช ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜ญ๐˜บ ๐˜ฆ๐˜ค๐˜ฉ๐˜ฐ ๐˜ธ๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ต ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ ๐˜ฑ๐˜ถ๐˜ต ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ," she whispered. "๐˜ฎ๐˜บ ๐˜ท๐˜ฐ๐˜ช๐˜ค๐˜ฆ ๐˜ธ๐˜ข๐˜ด ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฆ๐˜ท๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ ๐˜ฎ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ฆ." I strike her notes harder. She chokes out bits, broken pieces that only make me angrier. Your wheezing is because youโ€™re fragile. Cheap. Not because of me. (...๐˜ณ๐˜ช๐˜จ๐˜ฉ๐˜ต?) "๐˜ช ๐˜ธ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ต ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ ๐˜ด๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ฃ๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ถ๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ง๐˜ถ๐˜ญ ๐˜ง๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ," she sobbed. And I almost told her โ€” ๐˜†๐—ผ๐˜‚ ๐—ฎ๐—น๐—ฟ๐—ฒ๐—ฎ๐—ฑ๐˜† ๐—ฑ๐—ผ. But the truth lodged in my throat, behind the breath that made her scream.
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Jun 15, 2025
Jun 15, 2025 at 10:33 PM UTC
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