Define this for my mind.
A despicable act towards
an unknown conscience.
Or maybe it was known,
but fear won’t allow admittance.
Allowance, was it allowed?
Whispers shout,
You can’t blame the urge.
Subconscious actions played a part
In the instant you can’t define.

My tongue twists in knots
Anger grips my throat
Threatening to break what little
resistance I have left.

Resistance, resist,
resisting, refuting,
Syllables collapse,
traipse past my eyes
My vision is sound
It hears the blood
running through my choked
grasp, running.


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