They are the only ones who haunt me. I am the only one who keeps them. Three little secrets with clawing nails and big mouths spreading gossip. Three who do not want to be quiet anymore. Three secret messages passed between my friends. From deep sleep, I can hear them, but my mom says its nothing.

Their power is forbidden. They send loud messages through the air. They grow up and they get bigger and gain the strength needed to be heard and share their information for the world. This is how they destroy.
Let one forget his reason for being, they’d all sink like rocks in a pond, each plummeting down until they are forgotten. Spill, spill, spill they say when I sleep. They taunt.

When I am too stressed and too tired to keep quiet, when I am a tiny thing against so many mysteries, then is when I have to spill. When there is nothing left to tell. Three who escaped despite effort. Three who spread and do not forget to spread. Three whose only reason is to haunt me.