There she sits stiffly her hands clasped tightly together no sign of movement but the black ink that spills from her eye lids wet tears linger on her skin her eyes tightly shut hoping the cascading tears will cease lips tremble and the illusion of stillness ends abruptly as she seizes her body and wraps [...]
The words have run dry the gates of my mind have closed I am empty, sore confused; but there are no words only locked doors with no keys to be found.
They spill and cascade dripping down my cheeks, sweeping over my lips the wetness a surprise a relief; the sniff of my nose and the unsteady breath, the quick rise and fall of my chest, they’re falling I’m weeping and the strength in me is lost. I cry.
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