Keys to Secrets

Keys may unveil truths best hidden.–Michelle Liew’s tattooable

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By fire formed, in iron vowed

The task to open gates allowed

By craftsman’s hand, and whispered will

I opened doors to dreams fulfilled.

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I turned in palms, both bare and filled

Opened chests and doors to guilt

Each twist my tale, and lock my stage

I was the writer of the page

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And then–a door to tearful eyes

A cellar filled with muffled cries

I turned, to understand, too late–

To abject horrors, abject hate

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And then, I jammed. The man turned red.

He stomped on me–“Useless,” he said

But I saw what his locks concealed

Not all truths are apt to feel

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Discarded, I lay in his cove

Beside a knife, a rope, a glove

Overcome by rain, by rust

By stinging pain, by damaged trust

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In still silence, I now lie bidden

“Keys may unveil truths best hidden.”

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