If I Don't Survive," I Say, "tell

I Feel Bare. I Didn't Realize I Wore My Secrets As Armor Until They Were Gone And Now Everyone Sees Me As I Really Am.

How Have I Never Realized Before That For All The Strong, Kind Parts Of Him, There Are Also Hurting, Broken Parts?

He Holds My Face In Both Hands And Kisses Me Back. I Press Into The Distance Between Us Until It Is Gone, Crushing The Secrets We Have Kept And The Suspicions We Have Harbored-for Good, I Hope.

It's Not Sacrifice If It's Someone Else's Life You're Giving Away, It's Just Evil.

I Am A Child. I Am Two Feet Tall, And Asking If She Loves Me.