Anastasia

She talks to my ears:
she whispers.

Secrets, she says,
not for everyone to know.

Stuff about stuff,
things about things.

Nothing I should write,
nothing I should say.

In fact, the secrets,
are not secrets at all.

If you could listen,
as I do, you'd know.

Know the truth
wrapped in lies.

And the lies
wrapped in truth.