The Secret Child

I have a story I cannot share I 'm dragging it with me everywhere covered in sandspurs and broken glass a plastic bag of gold and trash Slop is scraping in a line a snails track, putrid,green with slime My uncle wrapped it up for me starting out when I was three It's our secret sweet, he said keep it underneath your bed and when he died the mystery ended up with only me I cannot share it lest I die he said I would,I don't know why. I have a secret i Dare not share I take it with me everywhere.