Oh, Nivedita Shori, you just raised a whole lot of questions for me, like whose attic it was and…
Tamyka Bell
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Pickled Truth. Freely roaming lies.

Making the abstract concrete.

Cinderella,
The daughter of the house,
The pure truth — 
hidden, forced into cinders.
Too precious to discard
So, pickled for her advantages.

Chicanery?
Deceit?
Ploy?
Roamed freely.

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Thanks for prodding me on further.

(An exploration of my original post Tightly pickled in response to Tamyka Bell’s prompt Preserve Truth)

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