Your secrets are casting the shadows
As you let yourself in the door,
Your fairy tale comes to life.
And your footprints are on the floor.
You know the walls can't talk
Hours spent together night after night.
You've got this down to routine,
A scandal you think is your right.
What you don't know is that you can't see
What is stirring in that darkness.
Some tales are riddled with monsters,
And they'll thrive among all the madness.
You can sweep up the prints on the floor,
And believe that nothing will show.
But the reality is exposed in those shadows:
It's not a secret if somebody knows.
01.28.17
©Kerri L. Stanley
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