the book I never should have opened
too desperate to know what you wouldn't say aloud
the truth exists
confessed then tucked away
in tampon boxes under the sink
.
it’s not a glamorous place
to hide a secret, but it’s where
he’ll never dare to check or pry
.
feminine blood infuriates him
for reasons even now
I only half understand why
.
has time really assuaged
the dark regrets you confessed
on the pages of hidden journals?
.
have you stopped doubting
that you should've left him
like you wrote back then?
.
what of your moments of anger
when he pushed you
far beyond the edge?
.
I wasn’t meant to ever
find your confessions
but I bled and did
.
are you happy now?
.
or has he just convinced you
there’s no other way
to live your days?
About the Creator
Leigh Victoria Phan, MS, MFA
Writer, bookworm, sci-fi space cadet, and coffee+tea fanatic living in Brooklyn. I have an MS in Integrated Design & Media and an MFA in Fiction from NYU. I share poetry on Instagram as @SleeplessAuthoress.
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Off the Book
It ended like every other stupid idea. Badly, and alone. I’m researching digital confession ethics, he said. A tech ethicist. He gestured at floating data I couldn’t see then pulled out a physical notebook. Actual paper, fountain pen. He held it up like he was showing me scripture.
By Nicky Franklya day ago in Fiction
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