I have lived my life sick and bloated, full of secrets.
I have carried my bulging stomach, drooling a sloppy green substance from my wet lips.
I have swallowed – while stuffed to my throat – secrets as plenty as a full turkey, trying to bash down my already inside contents with the bones, to make further room for what is to come.
I have lived my life of secrecy, pain and misery alone, sad and untrusting.
And when I finally opened myself up to someone
I became their secret.