They ask the most of her, but drift farther and farther away when she calls to them.
The door they hide behind allows their slashes to cut into her while shielding them from the consequences of those wounds.
What will they do when they realize this division, this door, is no stronger than delicate morning fog, the product of long blurred eyes?
When will they see that they are still children living in their mother's home?
This time,
when she knocks on the door,
will you listen?
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