Secrets

explanation kills the art

Secrets.

Sore throats and secrets

Why don’t you lose your breath,

Its hardly yours anymore.

Raspy voices.

Cigarettes

Cigarettes and secrets 

You fill your body with fire,

Is it worth it yet

Sitting in circles,

Sitting because you can’t stand,

Sitting and sharing

Sharing secrets like they are your own

Whispers echo through bottles in mouths 

Hardly audible 

But you’ll take them as you hear them

 

Sometimes thunder cracks

I swear its your bones

You stay in the dark

And you don’t like the lightening 

Scared they’ll see right through you

Author's Note

I threw this together earlier. I'm not sure how I feel about it, but would love to know how other people interpret this. Thanks!

Reviews

[gentlekindness]

I really like this. I have certainly met people like this. Good job and keep writing.
Annie