5 July 2012
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.
-Curtains- • Opuss № I