Niche

My dear sir

I fear I put you in jeopardy

But 'twas no mistake

The story needed telling

Secrets fester and ooze

Tis better to air them out

Set light upon them

Warm them 

Deaden the rawness

Shrink the rent in your soul

Allow the truth a bearable place in your psyche
A rolling marble finding its niche

Loosening grey matter as it settles

Shuddering then quiets 

Stars scatter over parking lots

With your first steps home 

Prepare for an eternity of assaults

Vow to remain immutable 

Adhere to your truth

Waver not under great scrutiny

Now my dear sir

Slide your key in the door 

And go henceforth

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