WITH HIS REMAINING NAME

Fictional write about things revealed in The Telling Room.

It happened in the Telling Room
One dreary midnight's eve.
She did not even hesitate
Or practice to deceive.

The words within her heart once hid
Came fluently...with ease.
Partitioned walls that once were sealed
Lay broken in the breeze.

The eyes that slept were fast awake
And ready to retrieve
The token of her love denied
With malice to appease.

With clever plume and mastery
The lies were put to shame.
And buried 'neath the Telling Tree
With his remaining name.
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