dark and dangerous
if there was any happiness
left to be written, it was hidden.
invisible under the icy
invisible under the icy
cold snow of deception.
the liquids that poured and
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
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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