Wednesday, January 19, 2011


Inspired by the improv show Austin Secrets. You can read more about it here:

The Secret

It grows like mold; it infects my mind
A secret so unkind
A stain upon the curtain
Firmly drawn between the lines
Every word and every breath
Reeks of what I can’t confess
I did it. I saw it. No one else did see
Intention, reaction, withdrawal from the scene

I’ve swallowed and swallowed
I’m bursting at the seams

Now I revel in the dark
The lights come up
The curtains part
Shadows unfold before my eyes
Across the room,
Hushed whimpers and cries
I delight in the game
I know no shame

The secret is out
But its power remains