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The tears that have been in the back of her eyes suddenly pour out over her lids.
the thoughts that had been running in her head finally reach her mouth that longs for his kiss.
Her random moments of longing reveal themselves at last.
but does this help her in the middle of her breakdown?
her hands reaches up to her head and wraps themselves around the hair that she worked so had to keep healthy and beautiful.
her feet buckle under the weight that is the thoughts of all pain and injustice.
her kids run and hide from the obscene words that make her feel as if he feels the pain that she does.
but does any of this help her in the middle of her breakdown?
her screams that pierce the air find their way out of the house and into the streets of the hard world that has made her the way that she is.
the fists banging on the door that makes the kids look out of the windows and wonder if they should find better hiding places.
the urgent voice of a neighbor that pulls the eldest with long pretty braids and shells of the native lands to open the door.
the cries of a child left alone too long and partially forgotten jolts sympathy and confusion through the faces of the on-lookers.
and then the sirens that alarm the women into thinking the worst, not for for her children, but only for herself.
But does all of this help her in the middle of her breakdown?
Only if you have seen it could you truly know.