Where does this flow?
Pure wizardry, life so tiny – willful, warm; the light off a glowing hearth.
What difference will I now make?
What does the world have to show me?
The smile, the knife, the heart.
The world awaits – arms wide open; as will I, ever broken.
A sound, a voice, three voices, knock.
A call. A wish. Break my heart at 3.
Was it a mistake?
The heart, forever. Show.
