As your eyes permeated the lucid secrets that a room 
          dares to disclose,
Did it rekindle cruelly confrontation inside your writer's soul?
And for just a few moments,
While the breath was being suffocated from an abyss  
          within your stomache,
Did a weepy aching body struggle to hunt for an open space—
Any space other than within the confines of these walls?
Even though the barricades before you be of my very own,
Your acuity reminisced the intensity inlaying  
          restrictions of such do give as
The walls—
The barriers that vow 
“Till death us do part” have adorned my prison with  
          feigned smiling photographs,
And no one ever dares nor really cares to inquire  
          or even presume what occurs 
To “the couple” subsisting within them.
But you—
You, 

Whom I have carelessly allowed access, 
Must never divulge what secret cruelties linger within my walls.
And I—
I
Will once again cower inaudibly to a silent world of screaming pain,
My body numbed from the lack of tears and 
My soul wracked from the smiles within the  
          photographs of a disparate time,
When life was calmer,
And spouses responses more benign,
And my body seemed prettier enough to be told so.
I must expend the tears I have conserved
To re-paper the ominous walls once again,
So never
To anyone
Will they give up their secrets.

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