I am raw, exposed
scrubbed clean, skin peeling.
Anxious eyes watch.
Wait.
For the blood to drip trickle pool.
for side glances and furrowed brows
to tilt their heads,
questioning the masked reactions
the swollen tongue
puffed lids.
Because it is inevitable
that they know,
only a matter of when
and where
and how.
Do i bare my soul
or wait
for an unwelcome reveal,
a slip of the tongue
from the few who know.
And what will it be
a gentle unveiling of secrets
or an abrupt capsizing
to the world who thought they knew
me.
Footnotes
The first bit is really very dramatic whoops but I promise I'm all good
4 Comments
outoftheblue
Wow, i interpret this as kind of the atmosphere of a very tense hospital waiting room, if that makes sense. Great piece!
Harsh
I am in a trance after reading it. It's amazing.
P.S Review my work too
purplepanache
wow this truly is breathtaking!
Madelyn (Carolina Girl)
This is amazing! Yes sometimes I write so dramatic and get afraid people will think something is wrong