Dripping with Truth
I am emptied of secrets
cool skin spilled the last of it
and sat in quiet shame
heard words and saw mouths
speaking
from
somewhere
else
too close to touch the truth
and not be burned by it
so when that distance closed
and flesh remained intact
something stuck
deep
inside
me
shook loose and shattered free
spinning heart held cotton
to the spill with dry fiber
to soak in the final pit of it
and squeeze tomorrow
out