Dawn didn’t bring her tranquility
anymore. Days passed by like skipped pages,
and nights brought perilous denouements. She
tucked in with her screams caught in her throat like
a preparatory battle cry, and she woke with an excess of
freshly spilt tears, an aching body, and a heavier heart.
Triumphant.
Thanks for reading xo
~Heather Anne
Some call it red 
Dawn eventually paves the way for dusk and sometimes that’s tough. I love the way you left this piece, ‘triumphant’, after such heaviness. We tend to come out stronger if we survive the nightmares. Great writing!
Thank you so much 😊 I was hoping the meaning would come across in that one word
You are most welcome! It came through, perfectly! 🙂
Love this.
❤ thanks!