Dark and gloomy,
The mood.
Leaving nothing and everything unspoken.
They sat
Side by side.
Necessary tension awoken.
It danced around them,
Like a soft breeze,
Caressing her face softly as if to show it cared.
She clung to her sleeves,
Tighter.
Pulled them down firmly and just stared.
It wasn't something people discussed easily,
For it was the sullen conundrum
Of human existence.
She would not tell anybody directly,
The truth was sensitive,
And trust is a scarce commodity.
She needed to tell somebody.
The secret,
It should not be bared alone,for its nagging is persistent.
She took a breath,
Rolled up her sleeve,
And the red secrets of a sullen existence were out.
The beautiful smooth skin
Had become,
A canvas to the ever present struggle for control.
And a portrait of a time rather forgotten
Was the outcome.
It was a sullen secret only whispered about amongst those who would never understand completely.
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