The black door screeches
Now you have dared opening it
Solid wood slams shut
Behind you
An empty room full of silly string
A full coloured picture set to 90% opacity
The only solid piece
A piano in a corner
As you begin to play
The silly string dances and twirls
Until it dissolves into a rainbow of light
Scars turned into light
Through stories, and dance, and song
That’s how they heal
The room is empty now
No opacity
The piano in sepia—an echo
You close the door leaving
Silently turning the key
Poetry by Nathalie 