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