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  Oct 2020 Talia
Laura Duran
I shouldn't have been there
I better not tell
I shouldn't have dressed ****
I better not tell

I shouldn't have gotten drunk
I better not tell
I shouldn't have laughed at his jokes
I better not tell

It was so long ago
Better leave it alone
I'll ruin his life
Better leave it alone

He shouldn't have drunk so much
It wasn't my fault
He shouldn't have held me down
It wasn't my fault

He shouldn't have forced me
It wasn't my fault
He shouldn't have ***** me
It wasn't my fault

It wasn't just me
I'm not alone
Will he do it again?
I'm not alone

I'll tell my story
It wasn't my fault
I'm not alone
The time has come to tell the truth.  even if it's to purge yourself of the burden of carrying it alone.  This thankfully is not my story.  I have one too, but it doesn't, thank God, involve actual ****.  It does involve me not wanting to tell.  I protected my predator, but I know and so does he, that It wasn't my fault.....I'm not alone.
  Oct 2020 Talia
Lieke
one day I will be oh-
so tall and with my gathered tears
i will build a water wall
nor paddle nor wind for I
will be flying
with a cast of all those with prisoner tongues marching behind me.
Talia Oct 2020
You drag me in
past the point of
personal boundaries
Hands like hot plates
welded to my waist

Eyes undress me
with a penetrating stare
exposing me to everybody
Your kind lurk everywhere

I struggle away from
potent, *** ridden breath
that invades my air space
I try to breathe in
some respect
from anybody, anywhere?!
Talia Sep 2020
Switch me on in the background
to fill a void
Fuzzy static
tickles half the skin
For the other half of my
Other Half’s skin
homes in on something much more
dim
Use me to fill a void
Watch me intently
or I will be annoyed

Leave me playing whilst
you are plainly delaying
the sensation of direct
contact between
Our hearts
Talia Sep 2020
A voice, dressed
in camouflage
tries to poison
the delicate mind

A voice, foreign
Seeks to shriek putrid words
that contort & ricochet
about the brain.

Despite subtle tiptoes
A wobble in its timbre
trips a wire
in the maze-like mind

A vile voice, doesn’t belong
to true Self-
Love
seizes the intruder,
to unmask a cowering Ego
Noticing that the negative voice in my head no longer even sounds like my own. It sounds as if a foreign voice is saying these things, whereas once my own voice and this voice where much the same.
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