Friday, January 28, 2011
SILENT LANGUAGE ; tears
I didn't want my picture taken because I was going to cry.
I didn't know why I was going to cry,
but I knew that if anybody spoke to me or
looked at me too closely the tears
would fly out of my eyes and
the sobs would fly out of my throat and
I'd cry for a week.
I could feel the tears brimming and sloshing in me
like water in a glass that is unsteady and too full.
fucking heart by
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