My gut grew sweet alyssum and daisies
while the roots perched firmly in my flesh.
It grew a garden
For the sole reason "butterflies."
My inner thigh trembledÂ
While my eyes held basketsÂ
that made my face shine like pearls
with stagnant beads of sweat, glowing.
My teeth were soldiers,
guarding my secret
while it burnt my tongue
And my chest.
Yet, the garden flourished.
Every look, every touch
watered the flesh-deep roots.
Stay strong, soldier.
But my teeth broke.
And let my secret out.
I threw up diamonds
and jewels.
I coughed out pearls.
It is not foreign to have this sense of protecting your thoughts rather than letting them out to save them from judgment and unwanted remarks. They can be the simplest things, like having a crush on someone or having a secret hobby. Nevertheless, a vulnerable point arrives that will push you towards an explosion. It might be pouring your heart out to a friend or family or maybe just a strong, blunt confession.