A betrayed trust

When the shadows whispered

into my attic

where I crouched


tangled in blankets

It was hot, unbearably so,

Cigarette clouds

bitter beer

touching secrets

too gruesomely laden

with murderous promises

that must never claim

foothold in the light.

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