Renewal
The drive home is short, but feels like a maze.
I grasp my keys, feeling as if they will melt in my hands.
The door is still locked.
My hands are shaking inconsolably.
While she was not revived-
She has been renewed.
I drop the keys-
And am stricken by the sound.
I feel like a monster.
But I am simply an observer in this life.
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