Darla’s Secret
I was twelve, my cousin eight
when we were playing
on Pappap’s porch.
I’d swing her off.
She’d get back up
and we’d do it again.
But one time
she landed wrong
and hurt her arm.
I was afraid
I’d get in trouble.
I told her not to tell anyone.
As far as I know, she never did.
Darla, you can tell now.
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