Put the mirrors back

Dull.

Glassy.

Empty.

Mine.

//

Yours.

They light up like the spotlights were at my first speech. Bright and blinding. I stand stark naked in my graduation robe.

*twinkle*

They shine like the fairy lights I bought as a thirteen year old.

*flash*

They spark like daddy’s eyes before a lashing.

*water*

They wobble like a dewdrop on a leaf.

*close*

rest now.

//

Mine.

Dead.

Dark.

Gone.

via Daily Prompt: Eyes

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