I write these things because I must
keep the truth for prying eyes
and lock lies in my rusted trust.
I write these things because I must.
I'm the bluff, and I'm the tell.
A silhouette spread 'neath the sheets.
Call or fold me in farewell.
I'm the bluff; I'm the tell,
to write these things.
For Karin's prompt at Real Toads