It starts, a whisper, a gentle echo through the room.

Someone's heard the secret, that dark and terrible secret.

One moment I was expelled, the next pregnant, a runaway.

(No one knew the truth; that lost and lonesome truth)

I'd dropped out of school, gotten married, been raped.

The story runs away, takes a life of its own, is pushed.

(The padded walls had been safe; away from the talk of people)

The whispers rise to chatter, the chatter to calls across the room.


Yes, I admit it.

Silence falls.

(The scars are all the proof)

I was committed.

Not a word.

The gossip stops.

The End

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