They're on her legs, mostly.
That's the explanation for the
Baggy jeans and the buried tears.

Promise not to tell?

Divulged secrets
Take a lifetime to earn
And only an hour to spill.

Lying on the heavy bed,
Cursing the new weight
Heaved upon it.

Wondering if
Guidance Counselor R-Z
Will understand her plight
Completely.

Or if he will force up the pant legs
And assume the rest.

You promised not to tell.
You promised.