snow in late-April
A tightened jaw daring a tarnished reflection. Don’t cry, you are strong. Hands gripping the bathroom sink, searching for an escape. Don’t cry, you are strong. An acid tear falls onto a burning lip, searing a hole it doesn’t feel like time could heal. Don’t cry, you are strong. Embraced by those which trigger it all. Don’t cry, you are strong. Salty trails of sadness making their way down cheeks. Collarbones. Clothes. Clothes of others. Fingertips. Hands. Shaking.
Stop crying. You are weak.
candle recovery
