Conviction

Sitting in the dark room
The light filtering from the windows
Igniting the tear drops
dancing at the fringes of the eyelashes
Making it glow like
the Christmas tree lights
Dull
Only seen in the darkest night
but luminescent still
And yes
It was a celebration no less
It was the day of redundancy
The ethereal soul was free
of the amorphous
social fight or flight
And oh how we wish we could choose both

The smile on that ignited face never ceased
As it was the last to be ever seen

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