So many sects your secrets wear
and so many skins
you peel them, layered layers
showing me things i fear.

Hushing me you hush
so heavy the cloud of your breathing
it settles on my head
my hair is going thin.

Wear the secret
the glutton secret
wear it on your skin.
How would they know
if you won’t show
you bear secrets within.

Wear the cloak
the tattered cloak
wear it on your shoulders.
Let them hump
your guilt be dumped
there is sin so colder.

So many skins your secrets wear
and so many pins
you look for hearts-
the mellowed hearts
to hang there your sins.

So many pins your secrets wear
and so many cloaks. . .

Copyright, Tina Rathore.

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