Scattered thoughts clatter and cloud my mind.
Family secrets rise like dough.
Names long forgotten, some never even known
get spoken.
Sirens scream in the silence of the mind,
questions go unanswered.
Battered, tattered thoughts shake at my very soul,
"My family did what?"
"People knew?"
"Oh yes, common in those days"

Common? Common?
Family secrets **** with a skill
that the most skilled assassin
would sell their soul for.
Staggered by revelations that
have lain quiet these years
make me want to scream
lacquered lies have obfuscated
my personal history.
Splattered my known self.