tearthief

Sounds like missing tears feeling summer from inside pillow case interior eyelashes clamped together, zippering the backstage act black sage sniffling, a soon to be cough gagging on icing sugar, alone in a drought back-peddling uphill from an intersection pushing the door closed on heels who pass rewinding the film to see the end wrenching heart beats from open palms mouth motions to sing, but nothing notes buying seeds for weeds come spring embedding slivers into flesh glass shards touching and rubbing beneath eye’s lid Tear thief emptying her sack into the sea