too long a silence

Something sugar sweet can rot in the mouth when it goes unsaid too long; every good wish becomes a curse. It's a body in the attic, a thumping in the floorboards, a steady drip of blood through the cracks for a sliver of evidence.A name forbidden will stain every other word— sneaky letters that surprise you in otherwise harmless speeches, phonetics that accuse. In the highs and lows of a rant, the confession sings its tune like a caged canary.*Louis keeps Lestat's name like a spell he dare not cast. It lives in his heart anyways.