A Jar Of Secrets

Something about invisible bites,
The ones that spur you out of turn.
Making your mind drift, with questions to churn.
The ‘busy body’ it incites.

Something about secrets in a jar
When it smells, its scent can mar.

Everyone has a ‘besty’ to tell,
They itch and scratch your tongue to swell.

Something about whispers in the dark
They ignite a spark that leaves a mark.

Do not tend to them, give birth to none.
Their lids always come off under the sun.

Vera