ManicWorld Magazine

I have secrets hidden in the bottom drawer of my dresser. My shame, thinly veiled, is desperate to expose my humanity. It holds my weakness. My lust. I called them sins when my faith had a father 

I have secrets hidden in the bottom drawer of my dresser. Its filled with the pain left behind from moments of fleeting gratification that are nothing more than fading echoes bound to haunt me when I’m dead

I have secrets hidden in the bottom drawer of my dresser. The handles rattle lightly while the wood creeks with unbalanced laughter.  My fear holds it closed as madness begs to be free

I have secrets hidden in the bottom drawer of my dresser