“Shhh, don’t speak”, she whispers
in my ear, the sound of her words
so sharp they pierce my ears.
“They’ll know what to take if you speak”,
she tells me, but I have chosen to
ignore her cautious words.
There is a salty taste in my mouth,
watery drops spilling from my
eyes, I’m crying.
The voices are taunting me
and they’ve taken the thing
I love most and now I am
left with nothing and it’s all
my fault,
I told them.