Every flood begins with a rivulet, every breakdown begins with a single tear. — Projector glow illuminates the aisleways,
soft, fresh air works through doorway curtains
to evaporate trails of tears.
Exhale, it’s not enough,
inhale, my chest fills and tightens,
pulling inward, pulling me
inward until the
inevitable push. Blink, wet, slow, I can do this-
can I do this?
Sticky lashes, crumpled napkins…