Hush - Poetry

They are only words,

after all.

But shadows of their future import

flicker at the

edges of my heart.

Whence the clammy feeling

of this dread?

Vestiges of past undoing perhaps,

that started out There's

Something You Should Know

now capitalized

in flashing

neon lights a mile high.

Please don't say it.

Lie, or go away.