the world is tight-lipped.
when it is silent, it becomes especially apparent that it is holding out.
it has a secret to share but wont give it up.
unless you get in good & chummy with it.
like a trusted confidant willing to listen.
otherwise it will just do you in.
she grabbed a fistful of them
held them above her face, barely contained,
then let them fall like colorful rain onto her tongue
on the off chance that you drown
remember the song tiny bubbles