share a secret with
reflections of our darkness.
“I’ve never told anyone this.”
if i fix her, maybe i can fix
the hollow parts of me. oh.
i can just fix me?
as the others were outside
being carefree, he said, staring
at the TV’s trauma unfold,
“Happened to me, too…”
not an overshare,
a reveal of what was seen
without being said.
me with a face that screams,
“Tell me your secrets!”
but a mouth unaware of how
to begin. “I understand,” say my eyes. my heart knows. my memories are still asleep.
don’t disturb her
uneasy
rest.
