It comes down to this
At the end of a day
Exactly like the one before
When you walk out of the bathroom
On a very very routine day
When the shiver of your wet hair
Catches you
As it runs down the nape of your neck
To soak the first inch of the towel that drapes you
When unbeckoned
Unbidden
The tears come
Threaten to threaten your breathing
As they cascade into no longer swallowable convulsions
From the very base of your throat
Into uncontrollable spasms
Who do you call?
Who will not judge?
Who will not need a reason?
Who will not be foolish enough
To say it'll be alright?
Because it won't, you know.
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