Burma stopping throats

My words have run dry. Thoughts of B. stop my throat, along with the picture that is becoming clearer as Human Rights reports or documentaries or conversations with the B community in Japan speak. It is like developing a photograph in that old fashioned way we used before digital technology ran away with us. I stand over those chemical trays, swilling them, as quietly, without a fuss, as if by magic, a picture appears, and the smell of the unnatural chemicals clings to my clothes and hair.