The day my tears stopped falling…
Is the day the darkness slipped away, the silence didn’t fill my ears and the sunlight turned from grey to gold. Broken glass mended, the reflection inside cracking the pane and the amber went away.
Those golden, mocking eyes, those sharp canines filed to fore, the day they went away is the day my irises were touched by crisp freedom. Serenity came with the day, fading to anxiety with twilight, and forgiveness with the night.
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