Its so fucking hot in this house. Too hot to cry. I want to cry. I havent cried in almost a month. 

I can feel the tears bubbling behind my eyes. I can feel my mouth quivering in anger and my teeth hurt from grinding against each other.

I just want to slash my body open in all directions. I want to feel something hotter than this air but the tears wont come down. I’m beginning to wonder if the blood running through me is still warm. Will it hurt the same? Will it land gracefully on my hands and stain the sheets? Will it burn holes into sheets the way my tears do?

I don’t get to find out because the tears are falling.

Inhale. Exhales. Cry.