The Unspeakable

My eyes are burning.
My bad knee hurts.
The skin on my wrist stings from where my nails were unconsciously digging in.
There is a never-ending ring in my ears.
The clock ticks with every second.
The full moon stares at me, daring me to remember.

Remember the unspeakable.
Remember the unspoken.
Remember the silenced.

My eyebrows hurt from being furrowed for so long.
My head hurts from pulling my hair.
My stomach churns.
My mouth turns down.
My lungs don't work under the hands.

It has never been spoken.
It will never be spoken.

I tried once, I told the one closest to me. But she didn't understand, and I gave up immediately because I instantly knew I couldn't say it.

No, it will never be spoken.
Things like that aren't meant to be reiterated.
Things like that are unspeakable.
Things like that are unspoken.
Things like that must be silenced.

People like me are silenced.

-Beaskie