Bloodline

Have you ever carried a love that learned how to whisper, a pain that dressed itself as calm, a truth that survived only through disguise? It's an old story, one most hearts recognize. But this love is carved from a different silence-- I am in love with my cousin.

And still, we walk forward together, bearing a name the world has not yet spoken aloud. Time, patient and unforgiving, will pull back the curtain strand by strand. When it does, language will abandon them. There will be no judgment loud enough, no question brave enough-only the sharp intake of breath, and the quiet cruelty of being seen.