Megan McGill Poet I do not know?

Under Our Rug

Under the rug it goes
So nobody else will know

Under the rug it goes
Safe, beneath trodding toes

Under the rug is safe
For an unspoken mistake

Under the rug there’s pain
And spitted, rotten, distain

Under the rug where secrets travel 
The fibers insure, nothing unravels

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Victor Buhagiar September 19, 2024 at 1:56 AM You seem to be hiding something under the rug, which gives me the impression that it is not so pleasant. The word distain gives it ambiguous meaning. But a secret is a secret.