hiding darknessMature

We’ve buried our secrets for as long as I can remember.
Dug up little graves everywhere we went,
deposited these pieces of ourselves into them, moved on.
I’ve buried us in so many places.  Under the oak tree
outside of my mother’s old house, beneath the floorboards
of the first apartment we shared, wedged between the rocks
on the beach where we went on our first road trip,
at the top of the mountain we climbed six years ago.
Somehow, everything I’ve tried to leave somewhere
finds its way back to me, burrows back in under my skin
and I am a host and I am a parasite and I am fucking crawling
with all these little moments, all these wicked little glances,
and I can’t keep them to myself anymore.

The End

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