she carpeted her windswept fears with conversational
banality
every time he chanced upon her truths
when those raw elements exuded from her blood to her tissues
she could hold them back no longer
she had no more strength to restrain
those flooding fibers,
the secret self, less understood but more familiar even
than the blouse of self-belittlements she had grown
accustomed to
with tremulous hand she peeled back the covers of her
deathbed
confession
when the things she could never say
began to drip, horrifyingly, from her lips
she knew she’d been dying to tell him
it was death not to
Copyright 2012 Jennifer Wagner
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