The Irony of a Secret

There’s a secret


Etched in your skin,


Hidden in your bones,


Pounding in your brain,


Licked across your teeth,


Rotting in your throat,


Burning in your soul,


Chaining up your heart


 


And instead of freeing yourself from pain,


You keep your secret in


For fear you might get hurt.


 

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