broken bikes

of secrets

i am packed to the brim

with secrets;

a great stack of them,

piled so high

that i am surprised

my tongue is able 

to hold them back

but one day,

i will explode,

and all the secrets

that i have been holding

will pour out,

like an absolutely inevitable

storm

so many secrets,

from everywhere;

about me,

about you,

about him,

and about her,

a magnificent web of deceit

they are suffocating me,

winding their thin fingers

around my conscience,

squeezing until almost every ounce

of patience

and pity

has evaporated

i am packed to the brim 

with secrets,

and my destruction

is imminent;

cover my mouth,

your precious dignity

is at stake