Secrets

Secrets
spread around
all over these houses
all across the town
they’re gleaming golden
among the greyscale and silent sounds
and through changing moments
they’re buried down
between glass fragments, broken
on the floor, scattered bullet rounds
and a trail of crimson
from a dying hound

The screaming is loud
and yet isn’t let out

Secrets
gems that stay hidden
contained disaster
concealed and protected
through changing moments
for generations

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