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A Secret's Weight

  • Joanne Benedetto
  • Dec 24, 2025
  • 1 min read

She raised the scissors to cut off her braid

Having grown too old for girlish ways

Black circles lay beneath her vacant gaze

She paid for all of this, for all she paid

Cupping her hands to drink the brutal brew

And speaks to no one of this or the stain

A secret’s weight carried along the chain

Of years. She does not know and never knew

The others nodding hello in the street

How can they not see her for what she is

Not recognize her for the thing she is

Never notice though sometimes their eyes meet?

 
 
 

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