Short stories... and possibly cliffhangers.

poem

Tears,

hidden, 

hiding,

ready,

to fall.

My throat

tightens.

Brows furrow.

Confusion,

sadness,

loneliness,

and confusion.

My eyes 

see them.

My heart

feels these

feelings.

An invisible hand

squeezes my gut,

my lungs,

my heart.

I twitch.

I shiver.

 Tears,

hidden.