Crawling sister, screaming spoon.
Father confessional over rotten dolls.
Mountains. lone roads. dock of the bay.
I take a breath of freedom a country wide.
I've completely lost my keys.
A classmate educated me that I hadn't found my place.
I moved the map forward by two degrees:
Pride first. Relief second.
It is many weeks before I find words again.
I've thrown away my keys.
