He thrusts into my barricade
of naiveté,
the walls crumble
down like my tears.
They said there is something
I’m hiding from them-
No kidding.
Like I’d ever tell them
anything at all…
I locked the door-
Is that wrong?
I know monsters lie
under beds
where little girls
dreams peacefully.
They said I have potential
for a very successful career-
In what?
Exploiting my fears
for uncaring vultures
to prey upon?
I’d rather die in tragedy
than to give to them
what secrets quiver
in my blackened room.
Truth is like sex-
you don’t share with everyone.
6-1-92
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