Spill

Head against the rock
Beat the truth out of the block that is the comfort
of a serpent’s eyes her anchored soul has drowned
But the ocean makes no sound
As if any disturbance is romanced

HARD – to keep down the secret
Is that why her body pounds
Is that why her body pounds
Symptoms of another’s ill intent

She feels ashamed to hurt
so she’ll keep the wall alert that soon the spill of guilt will replace
Far too many hearts would break, break if they were wise
Forgetting is the God-given grace
But guilt still has a comfortable place in me

HARD – to keep down the secret
Is that why her body pounds
Symptoms of another’s ill intent
Why the noxious swell of his face
And I’m hurting now.