She waits.
Deep in her fortress
she built long ago.
Forged,
almost unbreakable.
Almost.
There's a secret room where
she sits alone in her dark
with only her own arms
to comfort her.
And she's scared.
Because either no one
knows she's there.
Or they do,
and they don't care.
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Unspoken: book one
PoetryCOMPLETED Poetry and Prose from a Submissive Heart **Kindly note, the prose in this book is already published and available on Amazon along with other novelettes, novels and books of poetry. There is a silent strength in submission. A collection of...
