i wail
but maybe you can’t hear me over the screeching of the boat engines and the crashing of the waves
i wail
it pains me so badly that you can’t hear me in the air or in the flowers that fill the wind
i wail
desolate creature is unknown, her voice is lonely and can be mistaken for a lone wolf in the dense woods
i wail
but i think this is the last sound i am going to make