The first time I saw her cry
reminded me of rain erupting from dark, grey skies
the way her hands shook like an abandoned
home
the way she tried to say 'she was alright'
each choked word
anchored in her throat
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PoetryA collection of poetry found under lovers nails or stained against your pillow case - highest ranking - #3 poems - #9 in poetry - All rights reserved - © Ruby Smith @desp-erate 2014 Cover by @-grxnge
