I promised I'd tell
no one about our
little secret. I keep
my hands clasped firmly
on my lap and breathe
in the air like it's
my last day on earth.
We signed a blood pact.
It was ten years ago this day.
My hair is much longer
than it was when you first met me.
And your legs are much
thicker than they were when you
bought me Usher's first album.
I still sing along to it;
do my best to dance like
he does in the music videos.
It used to hurt me, keeping
this secret you forced
me to keep. Said if I told
anyone I would go back to that
dark place; where claws
are attached to moving shadows;
they'll pull me in, you whispered
as you sat on top of me, and never
let me go. I trembled under your
weight. But held you tighter
that Sunday night.