The house was dead silent.
No dog, to wake me up.
No dog, to lick my face.
It was a December like Saturday,
In April.
I looked into the mirror and saw
Tears that were stained to my cheeks and my heart,
broken, in two.
I speak no words to my parents,
But a hint of light flickered behind my eyes,
And my heart lightens up on my chest,
They tell me there is a surprise.
The building looked like a prison castle.
I went through isles of caged animals,
With sorrow written on their faces.
Then, I stopped, and pointed to a cell in the middle.
It had a black dog with a white cross,
On her chest, fighting,
For a spot in the front.
The guard opened the door,
And for a split second, I thought I saw,
An Aurora around her body in the dull room.
She followed me every where I went.
I beg my mom until I heard a faint yes.
My heart was sewn back to one,
And promised to one.
Her.
Winnie
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