Glue
The pain leaks from my eyes and walks along my cheeks, forcing its way into my mouth with its bitter, salty memories. My tongue invites me to taste the anguish but muffles the sobs I can feel stabbing at my chest. Shaking hands battle the streams of lost hope and despair, dark stains permeating my fingertips like the glue of my mask shattering. I beg this pain to drown me, swallow me up whole so I can no longer feel each fragment of me that remains.
But I’ve got shit to do…
