The unknown road

I Don't Say Much (Improvised Write)

"For a writer, you sure don't have much to say," she spoke with vehemence. I respond calmly, "Speaking is not a strong attribute of mine.  I'm rather more of an observer." I never saw eyes roll so far before in my life.  I was afraid she was having a seizure, though she quickly struck that fear away with a swat of her tongue.

"You are not gregarious, adventurous, or even slightly entertaining!  I thought I was going to be dazzled by some brilliant mind.... do you have anything to say?  Anything?"  She raised her eyebrow.

If only I said anything... wit is a weapon that I rarely unsheath when the opportunity arises. I sat there in disbelief... the nerve of someone putting expectations on me!  I already have a hard enough time with the pressure of writing (casually, mind you!), and now I'm expected to speak?

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She sat there in judgement,
Unable to connect
the disconnect -
Vocal cords
slow to react
to the onslaught
of accusations.

I never claimed to be a writer,
just that I write.

She sat there, in anticipation
to hear my lips
entertain on command.

The verdict was made
 -  Death to the Wannabe

She doesn't know I died two years ago
and all that is left is numb.
She stabs with her knife,
and I remain calm and without pain.

She sat there - because she knows me so well.

I left the room abruptly -
     I dare her to try to keep me
       in contempt of Her court.
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I am now the Judge,
Unable to connect
the disconnect
Vocal Cords
bend to my will,
and be ready for
my wrath.

I never claimed to be anything,
Just that I am.

She sat there, in anticipation
to hear my lips -
it wasn't what she expected.

The verdict was made:
   - I am not sorry.

She doesn't know I died two years ago
and all that is left is numb.
She cuts at me to see if I feel,
and I remain calm, slightly annoyed.

She sat there - because she knows me so well.
               
The gavel dropped -
     I died two years ago
         and she's all alone.