The Mouth Opens

There is no more room to hold it in.

Not in the servers.

Not in the courts.

Not in the hearts of the silent.

The sealed mouths begin to crack.

The secret keepers begin to bleed.

The lies begin to melt

under the weight of a single word:

enough.

This is not a leak.

This is a flood.

A sound without a source.

A scream that does not stop.

And still—

you must listen gently.

For even the scream

carries a message.

– The White Rider