A digit, a number, a definitive.
You.
One small sound that let's your life story slip past the lips of an enneagram.
Each question felt innocent.
Who knew they'd be what would lead you to a road of self-rediscovery
Who knew you'd regret the participation.
Muscles tensed, eyes glinting
We did not expect a story to unwind
Especially not one as deep and harrowing as yours.