Insidious

Insidious - a poem

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A grain of sand,

gritting underneath my skin.

But I am no oyster and I make no pearl,

so the infinitesimal granule wormed its way in.

A secret lay inside my heart,

trapped for none to see.

Erupting against its confines,

bursting at the seams.

One ripple to change the world,

hewn from a pebble just as small.

None know what it will bring,

its effects unknown to all.

The sand remains in my body,

lacquering a shell of venom.

Each layer a reminder,

of the ugly I want to stay mum.

The world wants to harvest my pearl,

without knowing what it brings.

I don’t want to let it go,

though one small motion, and free it will ring.

Poisoning the air,

seeping into bones.

Such a deadly secret,

ensures the bearer is alone.