Poem #3 for the New Yorker magazine

She kept a deep dark secret.
Now it is time for the truth.
She doesn't want to keep it;
it happened while in her youth
It is a part of her history.
But to everyone else it's a mystery.

But will anyone care?
Or will they just judge and stare?
Overcome with morbid fear,
she decided it was best to disappear.
Never to be seen anywhere.

--Under Her Pillow