Peon

Smoothing out the creases

Picture perfect straight

All in order now

The chair the lamp... glass castle

And her favorite book

The silver ring she wears

And the gifts she gives

I'm sorry didn't want to hurt you

But I couldn't be the child

You thought you raised

She lights her letters and journals on fire

Takes a step outside

Walks along the edge of her mind

Can't go back this time