• I stare out of the window,
    My breath caught in my throat,
    Silent, slow trickles running down each cheek,
    I am lucky.
    I cry like a Hollywood girl.

    Others sob,
    Many weep,
    Some wail and moan.
    But as I cry
    Like a Hollywood girl,
    I sit there, alone

    And I stare at out window,
    Drowning on my own sea of
    Silver, salty water that
    Creeps down my face like
    A silent assassin, crawling
    Through mud,
    Aiming straight for my heart,
    Knowing it could get wiped away,
    But also knowing there will be more of
    Them coming.

    My quiet voice creates no
    Sound, the only noise is coming
    From the lungs in my
    Chest that are being
    Strangled by the hands of
    My heart,
    Gently gripping
    Holding
    Grasping
    My airways,
    And squeezing them
    Shut.

    I do not trust
    My voice at this time as
    It will
    Shake
    Crumble
    Collapse
    Because of the lack of
    Oxygen coming to my
    Poor, crumpled lungs.

    I stare out of the window,
    My breath caught in my throat,
    Silent, slow trickles running down each cheek,
    I am lucky.
    I cry like a Hollywood girl