Sweet water walls

You can't fold your secrets up and slip them into your back pocket anymore. You have to be careful. A stranger could brush against you and steal them in a heartbeat. And then they'd walk away without a second thought. No, you must smooth back the wrinkles, fold back the arms, the legs and hide them away. Store them in a trunk, push them into the dark places that no one visits and watch as the monsters lurking underneath your bed and at the back of your closet turn into shifting whispers that keep you up at night. And when morning comes, dig up the Earth, let the contents fall into its core and walk away believing that Nothing can be stolen.