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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.


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


i seem to have come


my stitching burst,

my stuffing lies tossed about me,

yet here i sit.


covered in hot wet tears.

silently screaming.