-Curtains-

Once the rotten fabric is drawn,
Our room is closed off.
The aged wood that holds our bed
Creaks as I sit on the edge.
We keep our secret
Behind closed curtains-they must be shut
It can't leak.
It mustn't.
You stand there, across the room
Arms folded
Fixed stare
When will you talk?
'When?'
One word escapes your lips
One word.
That's all.
'Never.'
Your face tilts up
A centimetre- that's all.
'But you said-'
'Shush!'
My head snaps
To the curtain
'It's open.'
Then, suddenly,
A gust blows the fabric
Right off the rails.
And the window
It's smashed.
'When did it smash?'
I turn back to you and make to stand up
But I don't need to
You're inches from my face
And in your hand
A glint
A knife.
That's all I remember.

That girl
She told someone our secret.
I know it.
The window smashed, the curtain gone
She's told someone.
What must be done.