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.
The tap drips; echo, echo, echo, drip, drip, drip, it doesn’t stop, there is no end – the flood gate opened and so the tap drips; drip, drip, drip. My wide eyes water and spill silently; at least they don’t echo like the water flowing from the tap. They roll cautiously down my porcelain cheeks [...]
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