I keep them all locked up
broken bits of myself
and the only things that keep me together
are the lies I’ve told to keep the secrets to myself.
I will never say a word.
Carrying it swirling around my shoulders
cracked features and blurred eyesight
years of secrets I don’t need to keep.
Haven’t needed to keep for too many years.
I am nothing without them,
they are me as much as I am.
When I am done and dead
all that will be left
will be secrets and ash
as I burn into the atmosphere.
NaPoWriMo – Day 24