You told meif I said anythingyou would put me through hell,which is what you did anyway -
In intrigue sits the magic of livingLet secrets be secrets, I reckon
Wonderful prompt and poem by Kristin Doherty
I heard that secrets make your tummy bloat,so I wrote ours down,and buried it under the tree,so uncle, why is my tummy still…
In response to Harper Thorpe’s poem “Pretend”.
In the beginning, God created man out of dust
Stories untold,
Unsaid to the masses
In response to Kristin Doherty’s one line prompt .
