My little secret.. my very last

My little secret
all safe in my mind
would make the little hairs
on your neck
stand up high.

this little secret
rips at my flesh
like a razor
or sword
until I'm all gooey and fresh.

like saliva, i bled
right into your wounds
i chiseled
and dug
ate your heart with a spoon.

but this one little secret
just couldn't be said
though you were screaming
and dying
and your eyes burned red.

this very poem is the secret
my very last
indeed i will never write again
this little secret is my past.

it will cure all your problems,
unlock all your horrors,
inspire,
strengthen,
and drip into your pores

this little secret
you wonder what it may be
im sorry
can't tell you
for it is
the death
of me.