Flash Fiction: The Vessels of Yanoth

I am a prisoner behind my own eyes.

Can the Yanoth hear our thoughts in our hijacked bodies?

I can’t hear theirs.

I only hear their grim language, spoken with our tongues. Only witness the dark blasphemies they preform.

Trapped.

Voiceless.

All of us.

 

 

 

 

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