Father of a Deaf Girl

Every time her hands began to stutter he became
enraged. She threw these fits sometimes, and he
never took the time to understand what they meant.
Her words were wasted on him. Her hands useless
birds caged by their quiteness, and he would
immobilize them, tying her wrists together so they'd
jump like awkward fish, gasping at the shock of air.
Un-heard they'd dance like that for hours, her eyes
full of silend desperation, on the other side of the
closet door. He never even knew what they were 
saying.

                    I want to fly from here! I want to fly from
                    here! I want to fly from here! I want to fly
                    from here! I want to fly from here! I want 
                    to fly from here!