The Secret
The words fell from her mouth
Like black snakes.
Hissss.
She has lost them all.
The secret!
A promise she could not keep.
Someone knows.
He lies in bed, the room growing dark.
It is the last night of their lives.
Take me there
To the beautiful people
Who run in the garden in long coats
Natalie Crick has always found delight in writing and first began to write when she was a very young girl. Her Poetry has been published in various books and magazines including Carillon, Masque Decanto Publishing, Poetry Scotland, Interpreters House and National Poetry Anthology 2013.