Cooling, anointed, tasting

I dreamed I lay
Cooling centre of
this death-bed scene
Anointed by tears
widow and orphans
I tasted all the things
I wish I’d ever said
but swallowed
for fear of telling
I went to speak
but they’d already
covered my head
and sewed my mouth
sending my secrets
to the grave
looming beneath

[from Anne's prompt: "Secrets"]


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