The Voyeur

tumblr_lxekniewcL1r5djyno1_500Words churn
And scream
At her
As she sits
Unsure
Who will look
Who will see
Who will hear.
Worried about
A voyeur –
The person behind
In her head
Whispering
Soft things
Telling her
To be afraid.
She tries to
Ignore and
Tear off
The rope
That attaches them
With teeth
That gnaw
At stiff fibers
So she may fly
Into the sky
Through clouds
Out of the atmosphere
And towards the stars
But even there
She can feel them
Those words
That voice.
So she flaps
Harder
Harder
Not believing
Not trusting
Not knowing
She is worth
A world
Without ropes
Without shame
Where she can
Look at the person
Looking at her
Believe what they say
And take in their soul
Through her eyes.
Not letting
The voice consume
Over and over
And over again.
Never erased
That memory
Of doubt.
That fear
Sill there.
Those memories
Of silence.
No more.
Yet that voice
That voice
May never go away.

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