My Unheard Voice

Their faces flash through my eyes
The touch of their hands I sense
How could they not apprise
my lack of consent; my body was tense
They didn't hear my unheard voice.

I remember his moan
As his filth entered my mouth onto my tongue
From his bone
The taste stung.
He didn't hear my unheard voice.

My hands push the other man, my friend, away
He does not listen, he tries once more, and more…
How could he lead me astray?
I thought to him I wasn't a whore

But I've been deceived once again
By a man that I trust
Because his thoughts were in vein

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poem by Ginger Kastrup
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