Walking in a dark forest
Leaves crunch beneath my boots
The only sounds come from snapped twigs and fidgeting bodies
Along the tree line are staring eyes
People shifting occaisionly, not speaking
Just staring
They don't break eye contact
Not once
I keep walking, holding myself tightly
Walking towards a light, but every step I take,
The more the staring gets to me
I try to ignore but then the whispering starts
And suddenly I'm getting chills
Their eyes are cutting into me
Now I'm running
Crunching leaf sounds are behind me
As the whispering becomes defeaning
Covering, covering my ears
Tears mix with grime
Breathing heavy
Sprinting away from the whispers
Finding myself on smooth pavement
Heart beating rapidly but the whispers have stopped
Collapse onto the ground
In a pile of tears
But the stares are still there
Just at the edge of the woods
Watching, emotionless.
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Violently Silent : Poetry
PoetryFrom the LGBTQ+ subjects that some consider taboo to the abandonment of others because of the things we cannot control, this poetry book covers all the things you'd normally not hear about. Everyone tries to keep us quiet. And I think it's about tim...
