| Three hours passed before the body was found. No longer human, displaying Death�s familiar features. Shameful to behold, to imagine the lust of stolen kisses. A child within a child. Frozen in intensely passionate sin, the child is motionless. Three days passed before the secret was buried. Ignorance runs deep, those hidden streams threaten to dissolve the family, yet quickly dismissed as another fable. No hint of faith when placed below, in full view of her people (not a family, no tears shed over tainted blood). With downcast eyes, they remain motionless. Thirty years passed before I discovered the secret in forgotten photo albums, half-told rumors of infidelity, holes in numberless plots and faked sicknesses to disguise the ever-growing bulge, the swollen features. No fetus can inhabit a motionless child. |
| Family Secrets |