SHE  STUTTERS,   a missing beat.   she does,  she remembers every second,  she’s only dreamt of repression.  a few words and she’s silenced,  tongue loose in her mouth.  she’s still planted,  standing by a past that stretches too far.  don’t worry,  it will be cut soon.    ❝    ——    that  doesn’t  matter.    ❞