The gazillionth tear

She sat on the step with her face in her hands
Barely audible were her sobs
Just a low moan between hisses of air sucking in
Through the snot and spit
Her dark sunken eyes pouring out the last of her heart
A drop of saliva hanging from her lip pulling her to the ground
Until the wall
The wall came up as if pushed from the opposite side of the world
Sharp-edged and cold
Rough new bricks
Cutting and scraping through her soul
Alone she let the wall come up
She raked her arm across her face
Wiping her nose and smearing dirty tear-soaked cheeks
She threw her head up and vowed
Never to feel again