Stories and plots unraveling

The piano

Twirling through the air,

The lyrics I hummed to

With my grandma, my aunt,

My mom,

The characters I can feel creeping

Sitting at the kitchen table,

The Beauty and the Beast soundtrack

Humming through an earbud,

My mom streaking the stars

Across my fingernails,

Her hands are cupped around

A rose,

Perfectly red petals

Curling to the center,

Where she has stored her heart;