Evolving Emotions: Trust- Poetry

My Secret

You said my secret

was safe

in your locked box

made of rib bones

You said you bundled it up

in a cream-colored cloth

and tied it with string

so the pieces wouldn’t fall out

You said when you heard it

you took a key to your mouth

twisted it shut

and swallowed

Because there are listening ears

and sly fingers

there to consume

The secret that floats in my face

foaming from your mouth

between us and everyone

Where are the promises

the bond in the box

the oath tied with string

In the air with everything else

that you said was safe

in your locked box

made of rib bones