Tristan Robert Lange

The Key

If you

want to un-

lock the

iron door

of my

broken

heart’s

sanc-

tuary,

then

you’ll

have

to see

past

the

painting,

past the

spark

of fears

that live

within

my own head. That is where the

key to my heart exists. It is a

windy,

curvy,

road that leads through the nine

rings of hell, downward into Satan’s

bowels,

into a

putrid

cloud

of

g

a

s

.

How worth it am I?