#thekeyraidhero

      PRINCE. you sit, &  ponder.   no. he will not take the key.     ‘   I don’t want to close the door to love my heart is not meant to be locked up, that what happened to Elsa –-  ’  & a single tear falls from closed eyes / lids tighten / furrowed brows leads his pain : emotions are roots in his stomach, they are tearing, pulling / tugging / ripping from his gut — his heart is a hollowed cage  & ribs of Adam, they were torn from his flesh, but that does not leave him. as a shell — no, for hope / love will come & lungs will once again be huddled / full of purpose.