Feelings

Secret Words

EBCorbin

I came here to put down my secret words, but no place feels safe to keep them.

I —

I want —

I still —

I hope —

I —

So, instead, I let them live in the place only secret words can — my head (my heart?) — and swallow me up like a hungry tameless dog.

Published by EBCorbin

Writer. Reader. Pumpkin Eater.

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