behind closed doors

 

 

 

hushed voices, growing louder,

a rasping in the eaves,

words you can't make out.

 

the sound of secrets.

 

 

 

 

 

scrambling feet, drawing closer,

tucked around the corner,

stumbling steps.

 

the noise of secrets.

 

 

 

 

 

a thud, a break,

a cacophony of maladies

all exploding at once.

 

brokeness surrounds us all

and makes our awkward apologies

for us.

 

 

 

 

 

Author's Note

honestly, i just want honesty