Tuesday, October 21, 2008

words dripping off my tongue
swirling round this
house

breaking glass is the sound
of truth pouring
down

down
down

beat the past
bury me

with the horror you can't believe

this was supposed to be a secret
this was supposed to be a secret
this was supposed to be a secret


"Don’t you know how to keep a secret?"


* this was written for Writer's Island. The prompt was controversial.