you tell a secret to save a life.
they dig a deep hole.
you instead told a secret that killed a life.

does that make sense?
no?
i kind of want to leave this vague.
but yet…i feel as if the thought behind it won’t be understood if i don’t explain it.

someone you love tells you a Secret. a dark part of their life that few know. a violation of their rights, of their body, perhaps.
you tell that Secret to save their life. or at least make it better. reveal such dark foulness of the world to an authority.
authority does as it always will do. authority digs deeper. past the Secret itself. into the past, present, future.
that in itself being a violation of said loved one.
authority finds more than the Secret’s accused. authority finds other secrets. incriminating. but not to the utmost danger of the Secret.
one by one authority calls secrets out into the light.
though the Secret may be righted, your loved one’s life has not been saved nor made better.
rather, it has been made worse. perhaps shattered all together.
secrets kill a soul.
it’s not what you meant, we know.
so the question remains:
To Tell, Or Not To Tell?

in saving a life, you may be killing one.