Not really a poem, maybe more of the start of a story that I'm not really invested in writing. Woke up and wrote this at 2am, but I have no clue where the inspiration came from 😂
Youthful Secrecy
The hatch above them shuddered causing their heads to snap to each other: glaring unspoken questions.
Who had told?
And could the culprit be strangled by 12 year old bare hands, before the hatch opened and consequences of their youthful secrecy arrived?
The answered to the latter was: probably not, making the first question entirely futile. Yet, it was still the most important.
Who has betrayed the blood oath?
Who was a conspirator with the enemy?
Who told mum where their hang out was?
YOU ARE READING
A collection of thoughts
PoetryPoetry written by a 21 year old. Each chapter a new poem, probably unrelating to the previous. They are in chronological order of writing them though, which is interesting if you reading them all together. #12 Poetry #56 Self Realisation
