Keeping a Secret

"Stories never included that part. The part where life went on at an agonizingly slow pace and you just couldn't do anything about it."

I am liquid mercury

A grey weight, silent and cold

Contained in a huge clear cylinder

In a room full of streaming sunlight,

Heating me, warming me

That hand, holds that rotating glass, spinning me round

A heavy heart, a churning gut.

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