Pinkie Promise
The sticky summer heat lingered on my skin,
Much like your hand on my leg.
As my feet swung back and forth, I tried
Not to look at you.
My twin size bed couldn't fit the both of us, yet
You sat. I thought I saw something in your eyes,
And by saying nothing, you knew
I said everything
Mute words fell upon deaf ears
And with a searing pain in my chest
And a pinkie promise condemning me to complicity,
The truth was sealed away.
Like a beast, it grew in my chest
Devouring my insides,
With no regard or perhaps too much,
Consuming me whole.
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