Hidden

The things we hide
Even from cloudy light
Of day
Lie curled,
Coiled in the vault
Of soul.

The echo of their hiss
A vibration ignored
By our smiling faces.

Only In the dark hours
Of early morn
Or in moments
Of honest naked prayer,
Do we glance
At the skins
Left in the shedding
Of our sins
Unconfessed

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