Silence was key to survival. If a sound was made then everything would be undone. Years of silence and smiles. Trust made on floating groundsel seeds.
Everything would change. Most say it would be for the best.
I know better...
I learned to sew my lips shut. Sometimes people could see the blood. But I would lie and say it was a nosebleed.
I thrived under the cruel silence. I build a world where I was safe. No one outside was allowed in anymore.
Broken hearts guarded me. They kept me safe.
Few could glance in to the broken beauty I hid but no one was allowed in. Broken hearts made sure.
Shhh.
They are coming again..
Shhh.
....
Eek!
Broken... change ran in chasing me.
The broken hearts tried to protect me again but change was stronger.
Nothing but sharp glass. My world broken..
In a hushed silence I try to rebuild. People come to see my world and they still see the good of it. I let them. They don't need to see the broken glass and the pool of tears that is my world.
Silence is the key to survival
