Saturday, July 14, 2018

The Second One (Day 242)

The second one was waiting
in the wings, with sweet words
and shiny things to coax 
you from the burrow where 
you hid—what he didn’t tell you 
yet unsaid. His blue eyes and 
warm hands would have been 
enough. The rest was barely 
icing on a cake too sweet, 
too light to be believed. 
And there it was: The truth 
will out, they said, and then 
you’ll see. (What they said 
behind your back you never 
learned.) But her unrehearsed 
kindness made it clear she 
understood how he’d behaved. 
Would you have been so 
warm, were roles reversed? 


(c) 2018, by Hannah Six

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