The voices have been silenced for too long.

Passing murmurs of infidelity or gossips of old friends

self contemplation and examined sufferings 

reaching a strongly opinioned ear but mute by closed mouths

It is time.

Let the voices be heard.

We remember soft petals

Cascading down pristine bodies

our brains, a train wrecked symphony complete

with wailing of sirens

and

thick numbness

grasping to break free; to escape

the lioness; once regal and proud, 

tore at our throats

leaving me in shambles

a whisper of a past self

I question where we have gone.

Will you give in,

make your answer ‘yes’

when you’ve cried ‘no’ for so long

so tired

so stubborn

will you lose your fight

allow silent thieves to slip and steal so unwillingly snatched

your consent?