hair hangs down
heavy in front of my face,
hiding hot tears
which slip quickly down.
hiding a mouth open
in a silent scream.
hiding gasps, breaths, shudders.
hiding.
hands cross my chest
holding my heart.
a heart heavy, broken, shattered,
and all the other cliches
found in the world.
a heart heavier than
mt. everest,
a heart crushing my back,
creeping up into my throat
and threatening to overflow
my very being with the harshest of
hurts.
i seem to have come
undone,
my stitching burst,
my stuffing lies tossed about me,
yet here i sit.
trapped.
covered in hot wet tears.
silently screaming.