The blame is not mine for the silence that broke, the moment the sudden, sharp catalyst woke. A pinch in the stillness, a spark in the gray, and the ticking of seconds just drifted away.
The things I had settled for, quiet and small, now rose like a tide, an unstoppable wall. I spat out the secrets I’d labored to keep, awakened from shadows and centuries of sleep.
No longer the mask, no more the disguise, no hiding the truth from the light of the eyes. The pout and the pretense have fallen apart, exposing the rhythms of a fracturing heart.
The fear I had swallowed in droplets and sips, now surges as serum, escaping my lips. The poison I harbored, the dread I had known, is finally spoken; the truth has been sown.
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