The Secrets of Us

by Lucinda Berry

My deceit settles like a cold stone in the pit of my stomach, but I can’t open that box.

She’s a kid. Kids aren’t supposed to die.

Every time I close my eyes and try to sleep, my brain takes me to hell.

All the light’s been turned off in my world. I’m falling into a bottomless pit, swirling into soundless oblivion.

Because she was determined to make someone pay for hurting her son.

always say the truth will set you free, but maybe it has to destroy you first.