The secret held and hid away
itself in closet, shivering
and liquified and gaseous
reduced to masses quivering
and shifting phase from form
to state and back into
some back of mind -
That held it there, too
long, too late. Some one
has come
to secrecide.
To plot and track, to
open light upon our secret's
sensitive and life-drawn
clamped, vampiric skin!
Who opened door, left
window jarred, who
let it in?
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