a secrecy worn
like fabrics of warmth
articulate abbreviate hurts and scorns
so that the day may be comfy and soft

shadow cloak smudging those vowels
anything that may howl
so it may not wake our minds
we have blanked out in kind

and as the jitter and glitter
fades in moonlight casts grey
our insecurities scattered like glass
how our mouths refuses to swallow