Jar of Secrets

In her empty vessel,
She keeps a jar of secrets.
For every shred of dignity,
She strips off,
They’d tell her,
A secret.

She knew their tales,
Like they knew her facade.
With every touch,
They’d spill their woes on her
And forget.
Them. Her.

She carries them with her,
In her little jar.
Makes them her own,
Sews them in to patchworks
To decorate,
Her empty vessel.