I want to tell you all about it,
To express my fury, fears and frustration,
But it's like having a dirty secret.
I am not free to express myself, you see.
I would express scorching ash over her green shoots.
Shoot acid at her bare flesh.
Gouge her eyes so I can see,
Throttle my oxygen from her gasps.
So I must be strong, and silent.
There is no reciprocation in this pact.
But self pity is vile.
I must drink cool pools
Breathe deep draughts
And tell you, who travels alongside me,
I am the same as you.