You never knew the shape of it,
only the shadow it cast.
My voice trembled
the night I told you,
drowning us both
in a flood of horror.
Shame curled in my gut,
fear thick as fog,
hoping you wouldn't turn away,
see me as cracked porcelain,
once beautiful,
now ruined.
But you didn't.
You held me,
not like something broken,
but something sacred.
Your eyes found mine
and didn't look away.
That's when I knew.
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