- Non-Erotic Poetry
- A Secret
Note: You can change font size, font face, and turn on dark mode by clicking the "A" icon tab in the Story Info Box.
You can temporarily switch back to a Classic Literotica® experience during our ongoing public Beta testing. Please consider leaving feedback on issues you experience or suggest improvements.
Click hereA Secret
Copyright 2024 by B. Watson
The subway screeches into the station,
Shudders to a stop.
I shrug into my backpack, glance
At the woman squeezed in the seat beside me,
Cramming me into the metal bars at the end of the row.
She’s normal: Pink cheeks, pink blouse, pink skirt, pink shoes.
Eyes wide open, mouth crimped closed.
No secrets.
That’s the secret, I think, as I join the herd on the escalator.
I mean, the secret IS the secret.
The secret is to HAVE a secret.
Something clasped inside you.
A dream, a wish, a fear.
A pole, pulling you, pushing you away.
A magnetic north pointing your direction
Something to give you a secret smile.
A secret shiver.
A purpose.
And, if you don’t have a secret anymore.
If your secret has fled,
Or come true, or become dried and dessicated with age and use
Or dusty with loneliness and decay.
Maybe the secret is to keep that space within you.
A secret cell for a secret to dwell, if one should feel inclined.
A secret room, vacant now, but kept clean and open,
Waiting for the next tenant to move in.
- COMMENTS
ThatNewGuyabout 1 month agoOnce again, loved this: both the overarching theme and the carefully selected details. I don't know why, but the word choice in this line--- "crimped"---just felt so right:
"Eyes wide open, mouth crimped closed."
And that final line just sticks the landing. Well done!
