Stifled No More




Yes, I cried…swallowed my pride…but I swear I tried! Freedom denied, confidence lost, my heart turned frost. ‘Didn’t you accost him?’ you ask. Well, that’s quite a task - To flay his mask, to bare his dire lust and mistrust! His fancy belt, my purple welt, the throes I felt On my frame svelte – screamed the tale of a debauched male, Till I turned pale. Too tired to cope, losing all hope,   I reached the end of my rope…dreams crushed, my voice shushed. Late one night, my soul shone bright, the end seemed in sight; Pledging to fight, I broke all chains, uncoiled the skeins Of angst in my veins. Head held high, I rared to fly Out in the sky…sans all fear, with a vision clear.   Penmancy gets a small share of every purchase you make through these links, and every little helps us continue bringing you the reads you love!