She ends up pulling away, and says something like, "Is it ok if we stop here?"
I say nothing—am mute. I look away, and in the parking lot out front, there's some old lady caving someone's head in. I lose control of my muscles, just slack and immobile.
No one can revive my sentences — no one can revive me.
I think I started to hear someone talking in a monologue, and I find out she's dead. My muscles continue to do nothing.
-M
