Tears are coming down.

Hard. Heavy. Hollow.

Without a sound from her.
They gently glide. Gallop.


Cemented on her face like a layer of clothing.

Evaporating into nothing.

She sits unnoticed in a crowded café.

Alone. She sits by the window.

Kimberly Molyneaux


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