Hush

"I have a secret."

"What color?"

"Black. Blackish-blue. Gray. Gray as the thickest fog on a salty beach."

"Salt?"

"Salty, I guess it's salty. But it might be in my head."

"Some crazy shit in your head."

"There's a lot in my head. Too much stuff. Seaweed thrown over a retaining wall by a wild storm. Now it's stuck behind the retaining wall. It's a tangle, dry and wet and dark, going nowhere."

"Until it goes somewhere."

"I suppose it has to go somewhere."

"What is the shape of the secret?"

"Heart shaped. Dog shaped. House shaped. Whatever feels safe. Whatever feels inviolable."

"What is the shape?"

"A Rorschach Blot, and that is all."

"Then what do you see?"

"Evil."

"That's too simple."

"Innocence and purity, mangled."

"You're paranoid."

"I'm mangled."