Secret

by Alexandre Leclerc

Write
to make
the uncomfortable
comfortable,
and to make
the comfortable
uncomfortable.
Write
to bother,
to jar,
to rattle yourself
and the other.
Share
your intimate self
with a perfect stranger.
Write
in the nude.
Reveal
what can’t be unseen.
Unveil
your broken soul,
a mirror,
a mercurial calamity
all our own,
the gossamer reality
gone in a flash
of heat and
crimson.
If the world
has spurned you,
Dearest,
its still-warm ashes
will soothe you.

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