She feels it thrumming ‘neath her skin.
There’s something about secrets when
you keep them locked within.
They bite into your bones and fill your
veins with acid. They steal the air right from
your lungs, they make your mind turn rancid.
Your words grow clipped, your eyes suspicious,
you think of nothing other than this tumor
you keep inside. Tremble, bite a nail, glance behind.
What if they know? What if they know?