fracture

the glass shattered all around me. i picked up a shard and peered into it, and the eyes staring back at me were not my own.

these eyes were broken even more than the glass, fractured into pieces too small to even comprehend where they were in the first place. the glass spread, glossy, and i was numb.

felt nothing.

the world still swirled around me, incomprehensible blurs of color and sound,

except for her.

she was crying.

was she smiling?

yes.

now, she was smiling.

she ran to me, throwing her arms around my neck.

i could see the scars, the pain that didn’t match her face. her eyes were clear. too innocent.

“thank you,” she whispered.

“thank you for freeing me.”

the girl danced. she sang, seeing the world through a new light, with new sight, and I watched her.

watched her with the sight, the shattered view. a world she would never have to see again.