tears falling on my fingertips,
face scrunched-up like a helpless baby
I sob and sob
I pause and I stare at my reflection on the monitor
what the hell is wrong with you Mona?
Take two deep breaths
shake my head
pound my fist against my chest
I moan and groan
I long for a hard chest
upon which to bury my face
and cry harder
No one appears.
Still darkness
My sad mouth turns on the sides
until it forms into a small smile
I rock back and forth
Laugh and laugh
pound my fist on the table
my grief turned into glee momentarily
I pause and turn my head side to side
look around and long for someone
to have witnessed my hysteria
and to smile back at me
No one appears.
Still darkness.
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