dark and dangerous


if there was any happiness

left to be written, it was hidden.
invisible under the icy

cold snow of deception.
the liquids that poured and

trickled down my burning soul
were no longer the sweet taste of hope,

but the poisoned elixir of secrets.
i was concealed in mysteries that mother

desired to uncover but i
couldn't even revel them to myself.

secrets kept the dark and dangerous inside me.
but the thoughts remained undercover

and I wept and begged for mercy.

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