She is the mountain and the stream.
She tries to scream out the hurt,
But the louder she cries
The more silent and cold it grows.
She shakes her head in disgust.
Disgusted at her own reflection.
Her hair falls down like rain,
A hot fury of tears.
She wouldn't say she's torn:
There's nothing tangible to tear.
The mountain crumbles.
The stream dries up.
She swallows her pain
And chokes.
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