Written for the Daily Prompt: Singing the blues
I take myself somewhere where I can be alone. Standing up, I fall back, get caught by a wall, shrink to the floor, forehead to knees, I cry, and cry and cry and cry from a deep place. I cry until I look so terrible, that I look like something I feel so sorry for I could cry. And then I cry some more. Then I get into bed, curl up head under the covers and cry myself to sleep. Its a good feeling in a strange way. Much better than feeling sore deep in the gills. Always wake up feeling better.