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the cotton crevices deepen like dry riverbeds fill with salty raindrops falling from two shut tight brown clouds ever flowing building in her very soul and like a flame to the cannon the tears pour forth without hesitation you can't stop this cannonball her pillow soaks seeps down into the soft cotton underbelly and holds each tear a keepsake for memory a journal entry from her big brown eyes and her heaving beating heart a secret conversation with her spongelike ever ready to listen friend stomach convulsions erupt with the intake of oxygen too much for the body at once her lungs fill slowly with each breath gasping shorter trying harder it hurts so much it hurts so much and after an unmarked lapse of time her stomach settles normal breathing takes over the rain has slowed and almost stopped but not before she brings her face to the side and falls soundly asleep she will rest well tonight this night she cried herself to sleep