Her tears fell in sync with the rain outside her window
The dreary interior ir her mind was complimented nicely with the drearier interior of her house
It was quiet, too quiet and the silence was tearing her apart
She sat in the corner pulling at her hair, clawing at her throat to make the sobbing stop
Hours later they did and she sat in the corner and let one last teardrop fall
Out of her eye
Passing her pale cheeks
her red nose
and her dry lips
Finally falling off of her trembling chin to the floor
There no more teardrops
She was done
