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as she sits there quietly
observing
the people moving
carefully
through a series of rooms
holding their secrets inside
quiet
like a tomb

can they recover
their love for each other?

honesty!
she cries
it will set us free
it doesn't have to be
like this...
please
hear me

no

she retreats into her room
to make room
silently
for the need to be
herself
carves out a space for
integrity

to cry for the things
that will not be
in her family
what does it mean

the red room
was blood spilled in there
metaphorically
as they looked at her
like a broken thing
when they clipped her wings

House?
a family
Home?
honesty
An honest me

she takes flight
in her mind
sets her house alight
the dark
becomes the light
in the form of a fight
as words become knives
but they cut
the tension
like a knife

out in the open
her mind
plain sight

everything made right