Dirty little Secrets

Silence engulfs her once screaming night
She sits biting at the withered skin that
gathers around the edges of her nails
Shards of icy tingles haunt her spine
while she reflects upon her past
Her legs shake when she gets nervous
so she digs her teeth hard into her tongue
to focus on something else.

Wet flesh rolling in a dumb stupor, she knows what she wants to say
It is trying to claw its way out from inside her but her lips remain padlockedNo wetness softens her cheeks
She’s numb
Eyes wide Pupils dilated
She just stares,
at nothing she stares,
no story in her eyes just an etched in look of grief
Motionless she sits, d
oesn’t know how long she has been there
or how long until she can move again
She just sits paralysed by the silence

We all have them. We all hide them. We all hope beyond hope that no one will fall inadvertently onto them. This family is riddled with them. Whilst poor Ren is trying to figure out ours, I muse on how familliar this situation feels to me. The litter sister again. The schoolgirl whom no one takes seriously. The girl with a crush. And a dangerous one at that.

I miss home, the familiarity of it. I miss my friends. It's been a heartbraking week, oh, I'm being overtly dramatic. I hate dirty little secrets, they eat you up from the inside out.