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Their hand cups their mouth and they bring it closer to your ear.

I have a secret…

Their warm breath caresses your outer ear and kisses a portion of your neck as they begin to whisper their secret.

Secrets seduce curiosity and spark imagination.
Secrets…
Sweet nectar to the tongue and lips that reveal them, a beautiful symphony to the ears that receive them.

Also fuel to the fire that is gossip.
Secrets are like power; if put into the wrong hands they can bring about a great destruction.

Secrets to me are the bearer of nightmares. Demons that settle into my subconscious and become parasites, feeding off the fear, anxiety, and remorse they create.

Secrets leave a bitter taste in my mouth and a loud, obnoxious ring in my ears.
Please keep your lovely little secrets to yourself. You may bask in what you see as their beauty, but I see them as nothing more than ugly and decrepit things.

I know secrets I wish I’d never stumbled upon; that the vessel that contained them had kept a grip on them, holding on so tightly that the secrets suffocated and died.

Angry secrets.
Destructive secrets.
Sad secrets.

I have a secret…