could it be them?

as if a stranger answered when I called
you answered with a voice unrecognizable;
it came at me,
words forged blindly on anger’s iron edge,
cutting, but not meaning to,
without cold intent,
– or was there?
might you fear disclosure?
unavoidable exposure?
does your heart speak what the tongue hides?
I feel the tremorings,
the vibratory murmur of an insight
making itself felt – hazily, cautiously…
then again, I have my own fears,
insidious and opportunistic…
could it be them?

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