San Franciscan martyr

I have a secret I want to telll..

I have pursed lips, latching a secret to the walls behind my tongue.

Like a cracked vase, my mouth is weathered from retaining the hydra that seems to flourish in the dampest parts of my soul. This is my Achilles heal, and you hold the dagger that pierces my heart, that will slit my throat.

 

It erupts, and expresses itself in mannerism I can not contain.

My mind builds the walls needed to contain the fantasies of my heart

But my beating leader does indeed wish to speak these truths.

 

I may lose you, and my soul wouldn’t last.

I’d end it and begin it for you, and you're delusional about it all.

I hope this ferocity inside, eats me alive, and buries my ashes alongside

The hope I had for you and me.

Now, I reveal my secret to you, and as planned you wilt.

May you rise again, an orchid to the days new view.

 

 

 

Author's Note

Infer.