s l i v e r

a sliver of sad quivers from her eye

forging a new path down

sliding softly, gently

caressing her cheek with salty brine

a warm and tender tribute to her depth

a ripe bottom lip trembles, quakes

shudders as it fights the mounting need

to open wide

one more sharp inhalation away

from a sob

a sharp prick as ten nails reach skin

fingers curled tight, holding in the crashing tide

finaly losing, opening

ripping free from deep inside as she bends

she screams

she b r e a k s

-Annie V.