Don't Tell a Soul

The edges are ripped, torn, shred
Write down all the thoughts that litter your head
in bloodred ink, from your charcoal heart
with your flamethrower tongue, throw your words like a dart.

The clock hangs, a ghost, stuck at half past two
on a midnight wall, of the darkest hue,
I can still hear the buzz of the hummingbird,
my heart aches for you, but I don't say a word.

Shh, you say, don't make a sound
from the crack of the door, I watch his head smash to the ground
it is the brightest red I've ever seen,
all over the window, the light catches, it gleams

The cage drops, loud, clatters
all I see is crimson spatter
throw across the room, soaking your skin,
I want out of the hallway, but you won't let me in

A secret, you say, don't tell a soul
I nod my head, for which you extol
my mouth is held shut, with the dread of your frown
we take her to river, can a dead person drown?

We're playing my favorite game, you explain, hide and go seek
The ultimate round, set to last week after week
Only one way to win, or else you lose
Don't ever, you say, let them catch up to you.