She opens the back of her head and lets loose all the things she has been keeping secret. Scraps of paper with handwritten memories burst from the opening and sputter like broken winged butterflies around her bed. There are winged creatures that buzz like a disconnected phone, insects with swords for stingers, birds with sharpened beaks and pitiful cries. They swarm, dive, chase the floating paper around the room then use it to make nests in her bed. The creatures lay mottled eggs in the nests.
She waits for them to crack open, revealing everything, making them secrets no more.