The secret voice
finds my wound.
Like a needle
it pricks me.

With immense sound
it shouts in
my ears and I
start to bleed.

The secret voice
lingers like an
echo that won’t
go away.

It bores through
my skull. It will
not take pity
or forgive.

editors note:

Those ceaseless accusations, if heard by all, would be exposed as unfounded. That’s the secret. (Luis has recently released a new book of poetry, Songs for Oblivion. Read our Mad Review of it and see how you can get a copy.) – mh

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