!!WARNING!!
This next piece speaks on a sensitive subject such as being forced upon by another person or being broken mentally and physically. If this triggers you or makes you feel unwell, please go on to the next part and do not read this. I hope you find your peace.
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In the depths of secrecy, it longs to be revealed,
A truth that echoes in the universe, begging to be unsealed.
But the path to justice is far from straightforward,
For obstacles and barriers lay in wait, untoward.
Once the deed is done, a switch is flipped,
Within the vessel of your being, an explosion equipped.
Exhaustion and pain accompany the contained fire,
Yearning to scream, cry, and breathe, to quell desire.
Silence prevails for fear of the inquisition,
Questions demanding answers, an uncomfortable admission.
"What were you wearing?" they dare to ask,
As if attire determines consent, an absurd task.
Be it shorts and tank top or hoodie and sweatpants,
Clothes should never dictate the blame's stance.
Fear and shock can render the voice silent,
Yet, the significance of violation remains defiant.
Can a smile or a laugh be deemed as consent?
Does silence equate to a willing ascent?
If I couldn't fight back, does it make it right?
If I lay there, motionless, in the dark of the night?
Lying there, motionless, in that car's dim light,
Does it erase the significance, relinquish the fight?
For you say, "I let it happen," with heavy heart,
Shattering innocence, tearing your world apart.
Yes, I admit, I let it happen, you say,
Allowing innocence's fragments to fray.
His toxic breath defiling my tender frame,
A million thoughts swirling, too shocked to reclaim.
I let him take control, as my mind raced,
Muscles tensed, yet feeble and debased.
If I simply let it happen, without a fight,
Would it still matter, in the dimming light?
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Moans in the Wind
PoetryWhen we are hurt, we moan in pain. When we are happy, we moan in soft sighs. When we are in love, we moan in affection and pleasure. All of your moans are meant to be heard.
