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The Tell

Updated on October 14, 2015

I take a deep breath

as the air between

us

becomes shallow

and the weight

of our secrets

hold us down.

“I’ll tell,” he starts,

“if you tell.”

and I feel

my hands curl

against my

sheets.

I remember

all the memories

of the bed.

The way the cool sheets

felt against blistering

skin

and soft pillows

enrapturing secret dreams.

The rug has a

wine stain

from when we spilled it

in our drunken escapade.

The mirror

has seen it all

and now reflects

my shrunken face

and rabid eyes.

I’ll tell…

if you tell.

His hands are on

my knees.

His eyes look up.

My mouth opens.

“I did it.”

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