Forbidden
Forbidden things
are not often portrayed
as what they truly be.
It is not silent, stolen moments,
nor is it sobs of pain.
It is a writhing in your stomach,
lump caught in your throat,
and difficult to dislodge.
It is stolen whisperes behind the backs
of those
who needn't know,
constant fear of exposure.
Forbidden things are not often portrayed
as what they truly be.
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