we live in a house
filled with feelings
is this the right time?
the time to write you that I can't speak.
in our house
we have a secret room
my mother told me not to write to you
I can see your curiosity
you want to see what's in our secret room
I showed her the secret door to the secret room
I told her to go in before me
she looked shocked when I spoke to her
it was dark but she trusted me
I think she liked my long black hair
you know, she thought I couldn't speak
then I closed the door behind her
she'll never see me again
sometimes I can hear her scream
but I'm not sure if it is in my head
and I smile, did I tell you I couldn't speak?
© Linnéa Sjöholm