And now it's within you, Secrecy.

"Secrecy flows through you, a different kind of blood.  It’s as if you’ve eaten it like a bad candy, taken it into your mouth, let it melt sweetly on your tongue, then allowed it to slide down your throat like the reverse of uttering, a word dissolved into its glottals and sibilants, a slow intake of breath – And now it’s in you, secrecy.  Ancient and vicious, luscious as dark velvet.  It blooms in you, a poppy made of ink."

capture by Andrew P. Gibson

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