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