Memories

by Elsa Jane Craig aged 13

My secret lives inside
Buried deep in my heart
Somewhere no one can reach

I’d wear it in a locket
Closed with a key
I’d throw into the river

It’s a burden
My burden
A heavy weight
Resting inside me

It tastes
Dark, powerful
Spicy and sweet
Makes tears fall from my eyes

The memory looks
As pure as an angel
But to think, to remember it
That’s when evil takes over,
you see demons

To tell someone
To be so cruel and share my secret
Would be selfish
Unfair

I would never let anyone else
Suffer as I do, by remembering
What they might, just might
Have forgotten

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