The words we never spoke

I heard once that the words we do not speak out of fear is pure violence we inflict on ourselves.
So she branded her chest with these words, since she vowed never to succumb to the choking.

And she walks proudly, knowing that everyone can see her own violent past,
But not today she says, today I roar.

She is the lioness of truth.
In honesty she shares her wisdom
Word by word flows from her heart through her throat, tonsils, tongue, lips into now.
And you will listen.

You know her strength by the way she looks at you, empathy filled eyes and sparks of knowing.
She stumbles through her lengthy monologue since she never did know what she was speaking of, until she speaks

So the words come.

To you and to her both for the very first time.

And she knows what would happen if she closed her mouth
The words would get trapped, passageways into unknown wrinkles and creases of vein.
Blood thirsty syllables and truth clogging the airways.

She knows this violence.
Self inflicted
But all too clear.

So she branded these words on her chest,
Since reminders to be in love with self come every hour on the iPhone,
But nobody listens anymore when it rings,
Unless it's a tinder response,
Then heart flips

And loving herself is the last thing she remembers.

Tattooed, raised bumps tell her the truth of her misdeeds to self.
And even if she blinded herself with over zealous sex thoughts of future lovers
That will never be future lovers,
She could feel the quotation on her skin.

'Remind me to love myself,' she tells herself.

And then in those quiet moments of understanding,
She asks simple questions and owns her power
To her
Core.